And he stood there lookin', and he says to me: 'No, Katy, that is a graveyard.' Now what in the name of raison was the man meanin' by that ?" Linda stared at the hearth motto reflectively.
"A graveyard!" she repeated.

"Well, if anything could come farther from a graveyard than that spot, I don't know how it would do it.

I haven't the remotest notion what he meant.

Why didn't you ask him ?" "Well, the truth is," said Katy, "that I proide myself on being able to kape me mouth shut when I should." "I'll leave to think over it," said Linda.

"At present I have no more idea than you in what respect my desert garden could resemble a graveyard.