Some day I hope the Lord will give me a small part of this earth, when it is glorified.

Ah, then, what a garden shall I have!" No one in Greenstreet had ever known Uncle Zed as a married man.

His wife had died long ago, and he seldom spoke of her.

Dorian had wondered whether he had ever been a young man, with a young man's thoughts and feelings; but here was evidence which dispelled any doubt.

On a slip of paper, somewhat yellow with age, were the following lines, written in Uncle Zed's best hand: "In the enchanted air of spring, I hear all Nature's voices sing, 'I love you'.
By bursting buds, by sprouting grass, I hear the bees hum as I pass, 'I love you'.
The waking earth, the sunny sky Are whispering the same as I, 'I love you'.
The song of birds in sweetest notes Comes from their bursting hearts and throats, 'I love you'." "Oh, Uncle Zed!" said Dorian, half aloud, "who would have thought it!" Near the top of the pile of manuscript Dorian found an envelope with "To Dorian Trent," written on it.