The fragrance moved one to the heart of some spice-scented dell where a brooklet purled down a pebbled course.

The ensemble was indeed overwhelming in its message of a refreshment joyous, satisfying, timely, and of a consummate innocence.
"The day is warm," said Miss Caroline, receiving one of the glasses from her servant, and with a bright look at her guest.
"It is intensely warm, and quite unusually so for this time of year," said the minister, absently taking the other glass now proffered him.
"We shall combat it," said Miss Caroline with some vivacity.

She delicately applied her lips to the straw, and a slight depression appeared in each of her acceptable cheeks.
"A cooling beverage at this hour is most grateful," said the minister, rejoicing in the icy feel of the glass, and falling hopefully to his own straw.
"Clem makes them perfectly," said Miss Caroline.
"What do you call them ?" asked the minister.

He had relinquished his straw, and his kind face shone with a pleased surprise.
"Why, mint juleps," replied Miss Caroline, glancing quickly up.
"Ah, mint! that explains it," said the minister with satisfaction, his broad face clearing of a slight bewilderment.
"Clem found a beautiful patch of it by a spring half a mile up the river," volunteered Miss Caroline, between dainty pulls at her straw.
"It is a lovely plant--a _lovely_ plant, indeed!" rejoined the minister, for a moment setting down his glass to wipe his brow.

"I remember now detecting the same fragrance when I watered my horse at that spring.