There are so many things I want to do . Those flowers in the garden are calling me -- and I want to go down to that hollow and pick buttercups -- and I want to stay right here and look at things . '' Mr. Bell laughed . `` Come with me to the pasture and see my Jersey calves . They 're something worth seeing . Come , Aunt . This way , Miss Stacy . '' He led the way down the lane , the two women following together . Jessamine thought she must be in a pleasant dream . The whole afternoon was a feast of delight to her starved heart . When sunset came she sat down , tired out , but radiant , on the porch steps . Her hat had slipped back and her hair was curling around her face . Her dark eyes were aglow ; the roses still bloomed in her cheeks . Mr. Bell looked at her admiringly . `` If a man could see that pretty sight every night ! '' he thought . `` And , Great Scott , why ca n't he ? What 's to prevent , I 'd like to know ? '' When the moon rose , Mr. Bell brought his team around and they drove back through the clear night , past the wonderful stillness of the great beech woods and the wide fields . The farmer looked sideways at his companion .
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