“And the two apple trees.”
“Yes,—the tree of life, and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, I used to think them,” said Norman.
“And I, too,” said Menie. “Whenever I think of the garden of Eden, I fancy it like our garden at home.”
“Your imagination is not very brilliant, if you can’t get beyond that for Paradise,” said Arthur, laughing.
“Well, maybe not, but I always do think of it so. Oh! it was a bonny place. I wish I could see it again.”
“Well, you must be ready to go home with me, in a year or two,” said Norman. “You needna laugh, Graeme, I am going home as soon as I get rich.”
“In a year or two! you’re nae blate!”
“Oh! we winna need a great fortune, to go home for a visit. We’ll come back again. It will be time enough to make our fortune then. So be ready, Menie, when I come for you.”
“Many a thing may happen, before a year or two,” said Marian, gravely.
“Many a thing, indeed,” said Graeme and Norman, in a breath. But while Graeme gazed with sudden gravity into her sister’s flushed face, Norman added, laughingly.