I said something about filling them with love stories of
the present day, and she laughed and said her mother was going there to
farm the land and make some money out of it; and she added with a smile
like sunshine, 'And I am going to try and help her. That accounts for
our walk this afternoon, Mr. Hatton,' and I told her I was that well
pleased with the walk, I cared little for what had caused it.
"In a short time we came in sight of the big, lonely house and entered
the long neglected park and garden. I noticed at once a splendid belt
of old ash-trees that shielded the house from the north and northeast
winds. I asked Jane if she knew who planted them, and she said she had
heard that the builder of the house planted the trees. Then I told her I
suspected the builder had been a very wise man, and when she asked why I
answered, Because he could hardly have chosen a better tree. The ash
represents some of the finest qualities in human nature.'"
"That wasn't much like love talk, John."
"It was the best kind of talk, mother.
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