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"You're a country rose yourself, miss, and you ought to be blooming out in the fields, instead of wilting in here." "I wish I was. Thank you so much for the roses, Mr. Mr. "Bell Andrew Bell, that's my name. I live out at Pine Pastures. We're all Bells out there can't throw a stone without hitting one. Glad you like the roses." After that the vegetable-man brought Jessamine a bouquet every trip.
In less than an hour the country legions would invade the city, the market-wagons would rumble down the streets, the vegetable-man and the strawberry-woman, the fishmongers and the greens-venders would begin their melodious cries, and there would be no repose for a man even in a public garden.
"I've been an arrant coward and a doubting Thomas and a wet blanket all through the expedition. But Kate is a brick and a genius and an all-round, jolly good fellow." "Mary," said Kate in a tragic whisper, "have you any ham in the house?" Jessamine When the vegetable-man knocked, Jessamine went to the door wearily. She felt quite well acquainted with him.
In less than an hour the country legions would invade the city, the market-wagons would rumble down the streets, the vegetable-man and the strawberry-woman, the fishmongers and the greens-venders would begin their melodious cries, and there would be no repose for a man even in a public garden.
Bell gave a prolonged whistle. "Excuse me. I thought you were Mrs. Something-or-other for sure. Aren't you mistress here?" "Oh, no. My brother's wife is the mistress here. I'm only Jessamine." She laughed again. She was holding the roses against her face, and her eyes sparkled over them roguishly. The vegetable-man looked at her admiringly.
He had been coming all the spring, and his cheery greeting always left a pleasant afterglow behind him. But it was not the vegetable-man after all at least, not the right one. This one was considerably younger. He was tall and sunburned, with a ruddy, smiling face, and keen, pleasant blue eyes; and he had a spray of honeysuckle pinned on his coat. "Want any garden stuff this morning?"
In less than an hour the country legions would invade the city, the market-wagons would rumble down the streets, the vegetable-man and the strawberry-woman, the fishmongers and the greens-venders would begin their melodious cries, and there would be no repose for a man even in a public garden.
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