"I couldn't make out how it had been done." "She was so fond of it--she was!" said Ben Weatherstaff slowly.

"An' she was such a pretty young thing.

She says to me once, 'Ben,' says she laughin', 'if ever I'm ill or if I go away you must take care of my roses.' When she did go away th' orders was no one was ever to come nigh.

But I come," with grumpy obstinacy.

"Over th' wall I come--until th' rheumatics stopped me--an' I did a bit o' work once a year.