By chanct I saw the meetin'.

Watch me now, I'll tell you how it was.

She was sittin' on a bench in the gardin, lookin' in front of her and seein' nothin' but what was in her mind's eye, and who can tell what she would be seein'! There she sat sweet as a saint, very straight up, the palms of her hands laid on the bench on either side, as though they was supporfin' her--like a statue she looked.

I watched her manny a minute, but she niver moved.

Well, there she was, lookin'-- lookin' in front o' her, whin round the big tree in the middle of the gardin he come and stood forninst her.