She gave warm kisses to the firs and pines as she passed, and they returned her love with fragrant sighs.
The garden at Magnolia Lawn had dressed itself with jonquils, hyacinths, and roses, and its bower was a nest of glossy greenery, where mocking-birds were singing their varied tunes, moving their white tail-feathers in time to their music.

Mrs.Fitzgerald, who was not strong in health, was bent upon returning thither early in the season, and the servants were busy preparing for her reception.

Chloe was rarely spared to go to the hidden cottage, where her attendance upon Rosa was no longer necessary; but Tom came once a week, as he always had done, to do whatever jobs or errands the inmates required.
One day Tulee was surprised to hear her mistress ask him whether Mr.Fitzgerald was at the plantation; and being answered in the affirmative, she said, "Have the goodness to tell him that Missy Rosy would like to see him soon." When Mr.Fitzgerald received the message, he adjusted his necktie at the mirror, and smiled over his self-complacent thoughts.

He had hopes that the proud beauty was beginning to relent.

Having left his wife in Savannah, there was no obstacle in the way of his obeying the summons.
As he passed over the cottage lawn, he saw that Rosa was sewing at the window.