After finding out , she wandered idly about the rambling , old-fashioned place , which was full of nooks and surprises . At every turn you might stumble on some clump or tangle of sweetness , showering elusive fragrance on the air , that you would never have suspected . Nothing in the garden was planted quite where it should be , yet withal it was the most delightful spot imaginable . Miss Corona pushed her way into the cherry-tree copse , and followed a tiny , overgrown path to a sunshiny corner beyond . She had not been there since last summer ; the little path was getting almost impassable . When she emerged from the cherry trees , somewhat rumpled and pulled about in hair and attire , but attended , as if by a benediction , by the aromatic breath of the mint she had trodden on , she gave a little cry and stood quite still , gazing at the rosebush that grew in the corner . It was so large and woody that it seemed more like a tree than a bush , and it was snowed over with a splendour of large , pure white roses . `` Dear life , '' whispered Miss Corona tremulously , as she tiptoed towards it . `` The bride roses have bloomed again ! How very strange ! Why , there has not been a rose on that tree for twenty years . '' The rosebush had been planted there by Corona 's great-grandmother , the lady of the green and yellow bowl . It was a new variety , brought out from Scotland by Mary Gordon , and it bore large white roses which three generations of Gordon brides had worn on their wedding day . It had come to be a family tradition among the Gordons that no luck would attend the bride who did not carry a white rose from Mary Gordon 's rose-tree . Long years ago the tree had given up blooming , nor could all the pruning and care given it coax a single blossom from it . Miss Corona , tinctured with the superstition apt to wait on a lonely womanhood , believed in her heart that the rosebush had a secret sympathy with the fortunes of the Gordon women . She , the last of them on the old homestead , would never need the bride roses . Wherefore , then , should the old tree bloom ? And now , after all these years , it had flung all its long-hoarded sweetness into blossom again . Miss Corona thrilled at the thought .
The rosebush had bloomed again for a Gordon bride , but Miss Corona was sure there was another meaning XXXXX it too ; she believed it foretokened some change in her own life , some rejuvenescence of love and beauty like to that of the ancient rose-tree .
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