He sat on a rock. “God, that’s lovely, Cornelia!”
She came beside her brother. They looked at her work.
“The rain won’t spare this one, any more than the others.”
“Even in that tree hole?”
“You know, Tom, the squirrels will play heck with it there.”
Tom smiled. “Why not bring it home and put it in the parlor, where the Reverend Curtin Rennard can worship and adore it?”
This was a huge joke for they laughed: a serious matter for there were tears in the eyes of the girl.
“What do you think he’d do, Cornelia, if he found this place?”
“He mustn’t, Tom.”
“What a brute he is!”