`` The little thing wants to be petted and looked after , '' he thought . `` She 's just pining away for home and love . And why ca n't she have it ? She 's dying by inches in that hole back in town . '' Jessamine , quite unsuspecting the farmer 's meditations , was living over again in fancy the joys of the afternoon : the ramble in the pasture , the drink of water from the spring under the hillside pines , the bountiful , old-fashioned country supper in the vine-shaded dining-room , the cup of new milk in the dairy at sunset , and all the glory of skies and meadows and trees . How could she go back to her cage again ? The next week Mr. Bell , senior , resumed his visits , and the young farmer came no more to the side door of No. 49 . Jessamine missed him greatly . Mr. Bell , senior , never brought her clover or honeysuckle . But one day his nephew suddenly reappeared . Jessamine opened the door for him , and her face lighted up , but Mr. Bell saw that she had been crying . `` Did you think I had forgotten you ? '' he asked . `` Not a bit of it . Harvest was on and I could n't get clear before . I 've come to ask you when you intend to take another drive to Cloverside Farm . What have you been up to ? You look as if you 'd been working too hard . '' `` I -- I -- have n't felt very well . I 'm glad you came today , Mr. Bell .
Perhaps I shall not see you again , and I wanted to say goodbye and thank you XXXXX all your kindness . ''
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