`` Not today , '' said Jessamine , with a wistful glance at the honeysuckle . Mr. Bell , junior , saw it . In an instant the honeysuckle was unpinned and handed to her . `` If you like posies , you 're welcome to this . I guess you 're fond of flowers , '' he added , as he noted the flash of delight that passed over her pale face . `` Yes , indeed ; they put me so in mind of home -- of the country . Oh , how sweet this is ! '' `` You 're country-bred , then ? Been in the city long ? '' `` Since last fall . I was born and brought up in the country . I wish I was back . I ca n't get over being homesick . This honeysuckle seems to bring it right back . We had honeysuckles around our porch at home . '' `` You do n't like the city , then ? '' `` Oh , no . I sometimes feel as if I should smother here . I shall never feel at home , I am afraid . '' `` Where did you live before you came here ? ''
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