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 Alice -- she was so stately and handsome . She had brown eyes and red gold hair , just the colour of that nasturtium there . She was father 's favourite . The night she was born they did n't think my mother would live . Father walked this garden all night .
And just under that old apple-tree he knelt at sunrise and thanked God when they came XXXXX tell him that all was well .
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