`` And I wo n't . We 'll just sit here , sociable like , and if we think of anything worth while to say we 'll say it . Otherwise , not . If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and feel comfortable , you and that person can be friends . If you ca n't , friends you 'll never be , and you need n't waste time in trying . '' Abel and I passed successfully the test of silence that evening in the hop-vine arbour . I was strangely content to sit and think -- something I had not cared to do lately . A peace , long unknown to my stormy soul , seemed hovering near it . The garden was steeped in it ; old Abel 's personality radiated it . I looked about me and wondered whence came the charm of that tangled , unworldly spot . `` Nice and far from the market-place is n't it ? '' asked Abel suddenly , as if he had heard my unasked question . `` No buying and selling and getting gain here . Nothing was ever sold out of this garden . Tamzine has her vegetable plot over yonder , but what we do n't eat we give away . Geordie Marr down the harbour has a big garden like this and he sells heaps of flowers and fruit and vegetables to the hotel folks . He thinks I 'm an awful fool because I wo n't do the same . Well , he gets money out of his garden and I get happiness out of mine . That 's the difference . S'posing I could make more money -- what then ?
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