But I fear I don't know them as well as you do." "I was born up here," she said, "and lived here until a few years ago.

I think, sometimes, that the mountains almost talk to me." "I wonder if you would help me to know the mountains as you know them," he asked eagerly.
She drew a little back from him, but did not answer.
"We are neighbors, you see," he continued smiling.

"I heard your violin, the other evening, when I was fishing up the creek, near where you live; and so I know it is you who live next door to us in the orange grove.

Mr.
Lagrange and I are camped just over there back of the orchard.

May we not be friends?
Won't you help me to know your mountains ?" "I know about you," she said.