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et.Ifavorthesmellofsweet-grass.Italwaysmakesme
think of my mother.
She was fond of it?
asked Anne.
NotthatIknowson.Dunno'ssheeversawanysweet-grass.Noit's
becauseithasakindofmotherlyperfume—nottooyoungyouunder-
stand—somethingkindofseasonedandwholesomeanddepend-
able—jestlikeamother.Theschoolmaster'sbridealwayskeptitamong
herhandkerchiefs.YoumightputthatlittlebunchamongyoursMis-
tressBlythe.Idon'tliketheseboughtenscents—butawhiffofsweet-
grass belongs anywhere a lady does.
Annehadnotbeenespeciallyenthusiasticovertheideaofsurround-
ingherflowerbedswithquahogshells;asadecorationtheydidnotap-
pealtoheronfirstthought.ButshewouldnothavehurtCaptainJim's
feelingsforanything;sosheassumedavirtueshedidnotatfirstfeel
andthankedhimheartily.AndwhenCaptainJimhadproudlyencircled
everybedwitharimofthebigmilk-whiteshellsAnnefoundtoher
surprisethatshelikedtheeffect.OnatownlawnorevenupattheGlen
theywouldnothavebeeninkeepingbuthereintheold-fashionedsea-
bound garden of the little house of dreamsthey BELONGED.
They DO look nice she said sincerely.
Theschoolmaster'sbridealwayshadcowhawksroundherbedssaid
CaptainJim.Shewasamasterhandwithflowers.SheLOOKEDat
'em—andtouched'em—SO—andtheygrewlikemad.Somefo [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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