Beyond, by the arbor, were two smaller trees, where a coquettish eye on one looked up to an adoring eye on the other.

She had often built a romance about them as she watched them peeping at each other through the leaves.
Down behind the house the waving fields of blue-grass rippled away to the little river, where weeping willows hung their heads above the lazy water, and ferns reached up the banks to catch the flowers.

And the fields and the river and the house and the trees were hers,--hers and Carter's,--and neither could sell without the consent of the other.

She took a deep breath of satisfaction.

The prospect of living alone in the old homestead failed to appal her.
"A letter came this morning," said Mrs.Nelson, tracing the crest on the silver creamer.