[The Little Colonel: Maid of Honor by Annie Fellows Johnston]@TWC D-Link bookThe Little Colonel: Maid of Honor CHAPTER XI 12/30
It is only in Paradise that one can find the diamond leaf." "Joyce talks as if she were a hundred yeahs old," laughed Lloyd, looking up at Doctor Bradford.
"Maybe there is some truth in yoah old Oriental legend, but I believe times have changed since Abdallah went a-hunting. Phil and I came across a song the othah day that I want you all to heah. Maybe it will make you change yoah minds." Phil protested with many grimaces and much nonsense that he "could not sing the old songs now." That he would not "be butchered to make a Roman holiday." But all the time he protested, he was stepping toward the piano in a fantastic exaggerated cake-walk that set his audience to laughing.
At the first low notes of the accompaniment, he dropped his foolishness and began to sing in a full, sweet voice that brought the old Colonel to the door of his den to listen.
Eliot, packing trunks in the upper hall, leaned over the banister: "I know a place where the sun is like gold, And the cherry blooms burst with snow. And down underneath is the loveliest nook Where the four-leaf clovers grow. "One leaf is for hope and one is for faith, And one is for love you know, And God put another one in for luck. If you search you will find where they grow. "And you must have hope and you must have faith. You must love and be strong, and so If you work, if you wait, you will find the place Where the four-leaf clovers grow." It was a sweet, haunting melody that accompanied the words, and the gay party of nine, strolling toward the orchard, hummed it all the way. There in the shade of the big apple-trees, where the clover grew in thick patches, they began their search; all together at first, then in little groups of twos and threes, until they had hunted over the entire orchard.
Stuart, who had been doing more talking than hunting, went to groping industriously around on his hands and knees, when they all came together again after an hour's search. "Bradford," he said, emphatically, "I am beginning to think that you and Miss Joyce are right, and that Paradise has a monopoly on the four-leaf kind.
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