which came the drone of bees and the distant music of the river falls.
"Marion's greatest charm," whispered her mother, "is in her way of doing things easily and gently without a trace of effort. Watch her bend over to get that rose. Did you ever see anything like the grace and symmetry of her figure—she seems a living flower!"
"Jeannie, you're making an idol of her"
"Why not? With all our troubles and poverty, I'm rich in her! She's fifteen years old, her head teeming with romance. You know, I was married at fifteen. There'll be a half-dozen boys to see her to-night in our new home—all of them head over heels in love with her."
"Oh, Jeannie, you must not be so silly! We should worship God only."
"Isn't she God's message to me, and to the world?"
"But if anything should happen to her"
The young mother laughed. "I never think of it. Some things are fixed. Her happiness and beauty are to me the sign of God's presence."
"Well, I'm glad you're coming to live with us in the heart of town. This place is a cosey nest, just such a one or as a poet-lover would build here in the edge of these deep woods, but it is too far out for you to be alone. Dr. Cameron has been worrying about you ever since he came home."
"I'm not afraid of the negroes. I don't know one of them who wouldn't go out of his way to do me a favour. Old Aleck is the only rascal I know among them, and he's too busy with politics now even to steal a chicken."
