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"Yes, beautiful," he replied, with a sort of gratitude, as if the girl had praised him instead of the night. "May I walk along with you?" he asked, falling into step with her. "I am going to take these sweet-peas to Miss Lennox," said Ellen, without replying directly.
When the pedestrians passed, the door was decorously closed, and no one visible but a young man, who snatched something out of the road, and marched away again, whistling with more vigor of tone than accuracy of tune, "Only that, and nothing more." Summer ripened into autumn, and something fairer than "Sweet-peas and mignonette In Annie's garden grew."
Then there are to be eschscholtzias, dahlias, sunflowers, zinnias, scabiosa, portulaca, yellow violas, yellow stocks, yellow sweet-peas, yellow lupins everything that is yellow or that has a yellow variety. The place I have chosen for it is a long, wide border in the sun, at the foot of a grassy slope crowned with lilacs and pines, and facing southeast.
The sweet-peas had reached the desired height and profusion of blossoms, thanks to the pails and pails of water Val had carried and lavished upon them, and she was gathering a handful of the prettiest blooms for him. Her cheeks turned a bit pinker as she spoke, and her hesitation raised a wild hope briefly in Kent's heart. "What is it?" He had to force the words out.
The dusky gloom was pleasant, after the glare of the street outside; and the requisite light and cheerfulness were given by the peep into the garden, framed, as it were, by the large door-way that opened into it. There were roses, and sweet-peas, and poppies a rich mass of color, which looked well, set in the somewhat sombre coolness of the hall.
As Roy entered, she passed him and they exchanged a smile. Her eyes, mutely blessing him, besought him not to let his eager tongue run away with itself. Then she went out, leaving them together the two who were her world. Down in the drawing-room, roses and sweet-peas, cut by Christine her fairy daughter lay ready to hand.
Pansies, columbines, white-fringed pinks, and sweet-peas all mixed up together, and yet keeping a certain order and not allowed to intrude upon each other. Lilac passed on through a little gate which led into the kitchen garden, and as she did so became aware that the owner of the flowers was quite near. She paused and considered within herself as to whether she should speak to him.
However, he felt as if he would rather owe every man in Rowe than this one small, sharp woman. He felt the scorn lurking within her like a sting. She seemed to him like some venomous insect. He went out to the doorstep again, and wondered if she would want her pay the next night when she went home. Ellen had a flower-garden behind the house, and a row of sweet-peas which was her pride.
So it was with a mind doubtful and troubled more than it had ever been since the beginning of these things that he came to the border where the sweet-peas grew, and saw a dark shadow already close by them. But when he came a little nearer he saw that it was not Ella who was there but Deede Dawson and his first thought was that she had betrayed him. "That you, Dunn?"
Presently the two approached the house. Mrs. Staunton went straight upstairs to her room, and the doctor returned to the parlor. "Your mother is very tired to-night, Effie," he said in a grave voice. He sat down in the armchair just where he could smell the sweet-peas and the Banksia roses. "Yes," he continued, "I am anxious about her."
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