But my garden has done more than I did , if you 'll believe it . It 's wonderful what a garden can do for a man when he lets it have its way . Come , sit down here and bask , master . The sunshine may be gone to-morrow . Let 's just sit and think . '' We sat and thought for a long while . Presently Abel said abruptly : `` You do n't see the folks I see in this garden , master . You do n't see anybody but me and old Tamzine and Captain Kidd . I see all who used to be here long ago . It was a lively place then . There were plenty of us and we were as gay a set of youngsters as you 'd find anywhere . We tossed laughter backwards and forwards here like a ball . And now old Tamzine and older Abel are all that are left . '' He was silent a moment , looking at the phantoms of memory that paced invisibly to me the dappled walks and peeped merrily through the swinging boughs . Then he went on : `` Of all the folks I see here there are two that are more vivid and real than all the rest , master . One is my sister Alice . She died thirty years ago . She was very beautiful . You 'd hardly believe that to look at Tamzine and me , would you ? But it is true .
We always called her Queen XXXXX -- she was so stately and handsome .
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