It should stand in a palace garden with dim alleys, fountains, and orange groves." He ended in a deeper tone, "Why not?
One day we may plant a mimosa in such a garden, and smile and say, 'Do you remember the tree--do you remember our wedding day ?' Who knows--who knows ?" "You shall stay in that palace all alone," said Jacqueline.

"I like this one best." The house stood back from the road in its clump of pines.

The coach stopped, and Rand and Jacqueline, descending, crossed a strip of short grass tufted with fennel and velvet mullein to the gate beneath the mimosa, entered the gay little yard, and moved up the path to the larger of the two porches.

They were at home.

On the porch to welcome them they found the white man who worked on shares and oversaw the farm, Joab and three other slaves of Rand's, Mammy Chloe, Hannah, and the negro men who belonged to Jacqueline.