CHAPTER LIX 



MATCH-MAKING 



THE home lot took on a home look in the 

 spring of 1898. The lawn lost its appearance of 

 newness ; the trees became acquainted with each 

 other ; the shrubs were on intimate terms with 

 their neighbors, and broke into friendly rivalry 

 of blossoms ; the gardens had a settled-down 

 look, as if they had come to stay ; and even the 

 wall flowers were enjoying themselves. These 

 efforts of nature to make us feel at ease were 

 thankfully received by Polly and me, and we voted 

 that this was more like home than anything else 

 we had ever had ; and when the fruit trees put 

 forth their promise of an autumn harvest in 

 great masses of blossoms, we declared that we 

 had made no mistake in transforming ourselves 

 from city to country folk. 



" Aristocracy is of the land," said Polly. " It 

 always has been and always will be the source 

 of dignity and stability. I feel twice as great a 

 lady as I did in the tall house on B Street." 



" So you don't want to go back to that tall 

 house, madam ? " 



Indeed I don't. Why should I ? " 



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