Did meet here.‘
Is not this wonderful? The tree was trusted, and it has fulfilled its trust, and would have done so till it died. Two hundred years ago, two young lovers met here, and the youth cut this on the bark. Two hundred years after, it gives up its witness. If it had not been cut down, two hundred years hence it would have done the same.”
Rose looked at Jan, and took his hand and sighed.
“Jan, let us sit down on this tree. This touches me; does it not you, Jan?”
“What’your hand?”
“No, silly; I mean this about the lovers.”
Then Kate began to sing’
“‘All in the wood there grew a fine tree,
The finest tree that ever you did see,