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Updated: October 12, 2025
It was on a morning in June that John Gayther was hoeing peas, drawing the fine earth up about their tender little stems as a mother would tuck the clothes about her little sleeping baby, when, happening to glance across several beds, and rows of box, he saw approaching the Daughter of the House. Probably she was looking for him, but he did not think she had yet seen him.
No matter what the others were doing, or what they were thinking, they were treating him shamefully, and Jaqui was not his friend at all." "You may be right," said her mother; "but, don't you see, this is real life. You must not forget that, my dear." John Gayther smiled and went on, and the young lady listened, although she did not approve.
Oh, how willingly would she have mounted a fleet steed and have followed those valiant horsemen as they thundered away into the distance!" John Gayther had seen many a body of cavalry on the march, but he had never beheld anything like this.
"Whether it was natural enough or not," cried her daughter, "it was not right." John Gayther looked upon her with pride. He knew that in her fair young mind that which ought to be rose high above thoughts of what was likely to be, which came into the more experienced mind of her mother. "But you see, miss," said John Gayther, "Jaqui was human.
Papa must be tired of sea views and shore views, and here he will enjoy the mountains!" Having delivered all this very volubly, the Daughter of the House skipped away. And as John Gayther busied himself in making the "story-telling place" attractive he felt glad that there were others besides himself who liked to tell stories. There was such a thing as overworking a mine.
"He whacks the enemy," suggested John Gayther. The Daughter of the House smiled a little. "Yes," she said; "he tries to do that. But he is entirely independent; he is under nobody; and that suited Almia. A bushwhacker nurse was exactly what she wanted to be, and as soon as this was settled she made all her preparations to go to the war."
"Now," said John Gayther, "we will pass over an interval of time." "I think that will be very well indeed!" the Mistress of the House said approvingly. "Not a long one, I hope," said her daughter, "for this is a breathless point in the story. I have worked it out in my own mind in three different ways already." The gardener smiled with pleasure.
"Without reëntering the room," continued he, "Jaqui partly closed the door, and gazed at the lady through a little crack." "I do not know about that," said the Mistress of the House; "he should have gone in boldly." "Excuse me," said John Gayther, "but I think not. This was a very important moment. Nobody knew what would happen. She must not be shocked by seeing a stranger.
"Now you must understand, John Gayther," remarked the Daughter of the House, taking off her broad hat, that the breeze might more freely blow through the masses of her silvery-golden hair, "that when people who are really in earnest, especially people in fiction, go forth to find things they want, they generally find them.
Haven't you some pea-sticks to sharpen?" "Oh, yes, miss," said John Gayther, with great alacrity; "and if you will go and make yourself comfortable under the shed I will be there in a few minutes."
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