"Why couldn't the old man have set about it himself, instead of wasting thirty precious years ?" "I should have preferred it, myself," agreed Mrs.Denton.

"I remember when I was a very little girl my mother longing for a tree upon the lawn underneath which she could sit.

I found an acorn and planted it just in the right spot.

I thought I would surprise her.

I happened to be in the neighbourhood last summer, and I walked over.