"I guess it's them I been smelling ...

or laylocks." "Things coming up in the garden," Peter contributed: "peonies, and long rows of daffodils...." He did not realize it, but he had described to her no place that he had known but the way to the House.

The girl cut him off.
"Don't!" she said sharply.

"You know," she half apologized, "you kind of remind me of somebody ...

a boy I knew up country.