Sophy turned toward the high board-fence that ran from the exact middle of the house down through the garden.
"Over there," she said.
"Over where?"
"In her part."
"Her part o' the place? What you been an' cut it up this way for?"
If Gardener Jim had ever heard of the feud that separated the two sisters he had apparently forgotten it, and Sophy, knowing his reputed state, felt no surprise.
"She lives in t'other part o' the house," she vouchsafed cautiously.
"Well," he grumbled, "that's no reason, as I see, why you should ha' gone an' sliced up the gardin." He gave one more estimating look at the forlorn waste. "Well, I'll be over in the mornin'."
"You needn't," Sophy called after him. "I don't want any gardenin' done," she cried the louder; but Jim paid no attention.
He was at the other gate now, leading into Eliza's grounds, and there he found Eliza waiting for him. She looked older than her sister. She was thinner, her eyes were sharp, and her chin was square and firm.