she said bravely . `` They have given me the right to speak out . I will speak out ! I love you , dear ! I will be content to wait through long years until you can claim me . I -- I have been so happy since your letters came ! '' He put his arms around her and drew her head close to his . Their lips met . The Story of Uncle Dick I had two schools offered me that summer , one at Rocky Valley and one at Bayside . At first I inclined to Rocky Valley ; it possessed a railway station and was nearer the centres of business and educational activity . But eventually I chose Bayside , thinking that its country quietude would be a good thing for a student who was making school-teaching the stepping-stone to a college course . I had reason to be glad of my choice , for in Bayside I met Uncle Dick . Ever since it has seemed to me that not to have known Uncle Dick would have been to miss a great sweetness and inspiration from my life . He was one of those rare souls whose friendship is at once a pleasure and a benediction , showering light from their own crystal clearness into all the dark corners in the souls of others until , for the time being at least , they reflected his own simplicity and purity . Uncle Dick could no more help bringing delight into the lives of his associates than could the sunshine or the west wind or any other of the best boons of nature . I had been in Bayside three weeks before I met him , although his farm adjoined the one where I boarded and I passed at a little distance from his house every day in my short cut across the fields to school . I even passed his garden unsuspectingly for a week , never dreaming that behind that rank of leafy , rustling poplars lay a veritable `` God 's acre '' of loveliness and fragrance . But one day as I went by , a whiff of something sweeter than the odours of Araby brushed my face and , following the wind that had blown it through the poplars , I went up to the white paling and found there a trellis of honeysuckle , and beyond it Uncle Dick 's garden . Thereafter I daily passed close by the fence that I might have the privilege of looking over it . It would be hard to define the charm of that garden .
It did not consist in order or system , for there was no trace XXXXX either , except , perhaps , in that prim row of poplars growing about the whole domain and shutting it away from all idle and curious eyes .
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