'But your garden always looks beautiful.'
'Kin you see it from your windows? I want to know!'
'Not very much of it; but it always looks so bright and trim. It does now.'
'Wall, you see,' said Mrs. Blumenfeld, 'a garden ain't nothin' ef it ain't in order. I do despise shiftless ways! Now jes' see them rospberry canes!'
'What's the matter with them?'
'I don't suppose you'd know ef I showed you,' said the good woman, checking herself with a half laugh; 'and there ain't no need, as I know, why I should bother you with my bothers. But it's human natur', ain't it?'
'Is what human nature?'
'Jes' that same. Or don't you never want to tell no one your troubles?
Maybe ye don't hev none?' she added, with an inquiring look into
Esther's face. 'Young folks!—the time for trouble hain't come yet.'
'Oh yes,' said Esther. 'I have known what trouble is.'
'Hev ye?' said the woman with another inquisitive look into the fair face. 'Mebbe. There is folks that don't show what they goes through. I guess I'm one o' that sort myself.'