CHAPTER LIX 
MATCH-MAKING 
Tue 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. 
i « 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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