“Few at her age,” he answered, “are so well disciplined”
“Will they still remain in Boston?” I asked.
“Yes, for the present,” he answered, and we parted. A few months after this, my wife said to me one day,
“Did you hear that Mr. Wallingford had bought the pretty little cottage on Cedar Lane, where Jacob Homer lived?”
“Is that true?”
“It is said so. In fact, I heard it from Jane Homer, and that is pretty good authority.”
“Is he going to live there with his mother?”
“Jane did not know. Her husband went behind hand the year he built the cottage, and never was able to get up even with the world. So they determined to sell their place, pay off their debts, and find contentment in a rented house. Mr. Homer said something to Mr. Wallingford on the subject, and he offered to buy the property at a fair price.”
A few days afterwards, in passing along Cedar Lane, I noticed a carpenter at work in the pretty cottage above referred to; and also a gardener who was trimming the shrubbery.
Good morning, William, “I spoke to the gardener with whom I was well acquainted. This is a nice cozy place.”