“Saucebox!” he chuckled.
And when, in early June, the brass disk of the sun-dial had begun its record of happy hours, and still Olivia toiled with unabated zeal at her garden, the rose of health blooming ever brighter in her face, a great sense of satisfaction and approval took possession of her father’s mind. But he only remarked, in a casual manner, as they sat together on the white bench one fragrant sunset hour:
“After all, I’m not sure but Nature’s biggest miracle has been performed in the saucebox.”
And Olivia, smiling softly, answered: “I told you, you know, that there isn’t any place too unlikely for Nature to set things going in!”
Bagging a Grandfather
BAGGING A GRANDFATHER
“I’ll warrant that ’he, she, or it’ will come! Di usually bags her game!”