Dan was less with her in that stormy week than was the memory of his
mother; even Great-aunt Emmeline, whose motto was written on the ivied
glass, grew faint beside the outcast daughter of whom but one pale
miniature remained. Before Betty went back to Uplands she had grown to know
Jane Lightfoot as she knew herself.
When the spring came she took up her trowel and followed Aunt Lydia into
the garden. On bright mornings the two would work side by side among the
flowers, kneeling in a row with the small darkies who came to their
assistance. Peter, the gardener, would watch them lazily, as he leaned upon
his hoe, and mutter beneath his breath, "Dat dut wuz dut, en de dut er de
flow'r baids warn' no better'n de dut er de co'n fiel'."
Betty would laugh and shake her head as she planted her square of pansies.
She was working feverishly to overcome her longing for the sight of Dan,
and her growing dread of his return.
But at last on a sunny morning, when the lilacs made a lane of purple to
the road, the Major drove over with the news that "the boys would not be
back again till autumn. They'll go abroad for the summer," he added
proudly. "It's time they were seeing something of the world, you know. I've
always said that a man should see the world before thirty, if he wants to
stay at home after forty," then he smiled down on Virginia, and pinched her
cheek. "It won't hurt Dan, my dear," he said cheerfully. "Let him get a
glimpse of artificial flowers, that he may learn the value of our own
beauties.
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