All blushing and smiling, she returned with a large box of candy, and passed the plump, brown dainties all around.
“Ain’t it nice, gran’ther?” she cried.
“Best chocolate drops I ever ate,” he agreed, adding: “Did you bring some more poetry?”
“Just one little piece. I didn’t want to make Patty sick again,” laughed Eva archly, and she handed it to Lydia, whose curiosity led her to follow Patty’s example, and read this aloud:
“LOVE’S MESSENGERS.”
“My heart is on each wind that blows
Toward you, dearest, in the spring—
I send a message by the rose,
My love, by every bird that goes
Your casement near to lift and sing.