"The illuminated manuscripts, you mean? That word expresses what fancy does for us,—it illuminates the plain facts, and fills them with beauty."
"Oh, Miss Celia, that is a lovely idea," cried Rosalind. "I must remember it to tell Cousin Louis."
"I fear be wouldn't find it very new," Celia answered, smiling.
By noon the fruit was all picked over, and as Celia stood at the gate watching her helpers out of sight, old Sally came laboring up the walk.
"Law, honey, look like I couldn't rest from studyin' how you was gwine to git them berries done, an' I 'lowed, misery or no misery, I was comin' to help you," she announced.
CHAPTER SEVENTEENTH.
A NEW COMRADE.
"I know you are a gentleman of good conceit."
Rosalind and Maurice sat on the garden bench discussing "The Young Marooners," one of the story books found in the garret.