And after supper we'd been walking around my yard, looking at my late cosmos and wondering whether it would get around to bloom before the frost. And they had been telling me how they meant to plant their garden when they got one of their own. I liked to keep them talking about it, because his face lit up so young and boyish, and hers got all soft and bright; and they looked at each other like they could see that garden planted and up and growing and pretty near paid for. So I kept egging them on, asking this and that, just to hear them plan.
"One whole side of the wall," said he, "we'll have lilacs and forsythia."
She looked at him. "I thought we said hollyhocks there," she said.
"Well, don't you remember," he said, "we changed that when you said you'd planned, ever since you were a little girl to have lilacs and forsythia on the edge of your garden?"
"Well—so I did," she remembered. "But I thought you said you liked hollyhocks best?"
"Maybe I did," says he. "I forget. I don't know but I did for a while. But I think of it this way now."
She laughed. "Why," she said, "I was getting to prefer hollyhocks."
I noticed that particular. Then we came round the corner of the house. And the street looked so peaceful and lovely that I knew just how he felt when he said:
"Let's us three go and take a drive in the country. Can't we? We could get a carriage somewhere, couldn't we?"