The lilacs, touch-me-nots, tulips and
narcissus she had learned to know in gardens at the Gap. Two rose-
bushes were in bloom, and there were strange grasses and plants
and flowers that Jack would tell her about when he came. One side
was sentinelled by sun-flowers and another side by transplanted
laurel and rhododendron shrubs, and hidden in the plant-and-
flower-bordered squares were the vegetables that won her step-
mother's tolerance of Hale's plan. Through and through June
walked, her dark eyes flashing joyously here and there when they
were not a little dimmed with tears, with Loretta following her,
unsympathetic in appreciation, wondering that June should be
making such a fuss about a lot of flowers, but envious withal when
she half guessed the reason, and impatient Bub eager to show her
other births and changes. And, over and over all the while, June
was whispering to herself:
"My garden--MY garden!"
When she came back to the porch, after a tour through all that was
new or had changed, Dave had brought his horse and Loretta's to
the gate. No, he wouldn't come in and "rest a spell"--"they must
be gittin' along home," he said shortly.
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