CHAPTER 38 RED ROSES The garden of the little house was a haunt beloved of bees and reddened by late roses that August . The little house folk lived much in it , and were given to taking picnic suppers in the grassy corner beyond the brook and sitting about in it through the twilights when great night moths sailed athwart the velvet gloom . One evening Owen Ford found Leslie alone in it . Anne and Gilbert were away , and Susan , who was expected back that night , had not yet returned . The northern sky was amber and pale green over the fir tops . The air was cool , for August was nearing September , and Leslie wore a crimson scarf over her white dress . Together they wandered through the little , friendly , flower-crowded paths in silence . Owen must go soon . His holiday was nearly over . Leslie found her heart beating wildly . She knew that this beloved garden was to be the scene of the binding words that must seal their as yet unworded understanding . `` Some evenings a strange odor blows down the air of this garden , like a phantom perfume , '' said Owen . `` I have never been able to discover from just what flower it comes . It is elusive and haunting and wonderfully sweet . I like to fancy it is the soul of Grandmother Selwyn passing on a little visit to the old spot she loved so well . There should be a lot of friendly ghosts about this little old house . '' `` I have lived under its roof only a month , '' said Leslie , `` but I love it as I never loved the house over there where I have lived all my life . '' `` This house was builded and consecrated by love , '' said Owen . `` Such houses , MUST exert an influence over those who live in them . And this garden -- it is over sixty years old and the history of a thousand hopes and joys is written in its blossoms .
Some XXXXX those flowers were actually set out by the schoolmaster 's bride , and she has been dead for thirty years .
about as down for in of that through to under