"Dad!" says she. "Dad!" And she went on crying down his neck.
Ain't women hell? I went on away.
XI - Us and the Freeze-Out
More and more folks begun to talk about us and our place since we got to be alderman. Of course more and more people begun to come in and visit with us now; but not one from Millionaire Row, though, if I do say it, we had the best-looking place now in the whole row of houses.
It was one of Bonnie Bell's ideas to make one of them sunken gardens, which she said was always done in Italy.
"I'll tell you," says she; "we'll build our sunken garden right up against Old Man Wisner's wall. How would it do to plant a few ivy vines to run up the side of the wall, dad?" she ast her pa.
"Why, all right," says he; "but you be mighty careful not to plant any olive branches."
So Bonnie Bell and me we was busy quite a while making plans for this here sunken garden. We read all the books we could find; still, she wasn't happy.
"I need some skilled gardener in this," says she; "them Dutch down at the park are no good at all. I wonder where the Wisners' gardener went."