`` Come in , dear . You 're welcome as a June rose . '' When Mr. Bell returned , he found Jessamine standing on the porch with her hands full of honeysuckle and her cheeks pink with excitement . `` I declare , you 've got roses already , '' he exclaimed . `` If they 'd only stay now , and not bleach out again . What 's first now ? '' `` Oh , I do n't know . There are so many things I want to do . Those flowers in the garden are calling me -- and I want to go down to that hollow and pick buttercups -- and I want to stay right here and look at things . '' Mr. Bell laughed . `` Come with me to the pasture and see my Jersey calves . They 're something worth seeing . Come , Aunt . This way , Miss Stacy . '' He led the way down the lane , the two women following together . Jessamine thought she must be in a pleasant dream . The whole afternoon was a feast of delight to her starved heart . When sunset came she sat down , tired out , but radiant , on the porch steps . Her hat had slipped back and her hair was curling around her face . Her dark eyes were aglow ; the roses still bloomed in her cheeks .
Mr. Bell looked XXXXX her admiringly .
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