Are n't you mistress here ? '' `` Oh , no . My brother 's wife is the mistress here . I 'm only Jessamine . '' She laughed again . She was holding the roses against her face , and her eyes sparkled over them roguishly . The vegetable-man looked at her admiringly . `` You 're a country rose yourself , miss , and you ought to be blooming out in the fields , instead of wilting in here . '' `` I wish I was . Thank you so much for the roses , Mr. -- Mr. -- '' `` Bell -- Andrew Bell , that 's my name . I live out at Pine Pastures . We 're all Bells out there -- ca n't throw a stone without hitting one . Glad you like the roses . '' After that the vegetable-man brought Jessamine a bouquet every trip . Now it was a big bunch of field-daisies or golden buttercups , now a green glory of spicy ferns , now a cluster of old-fashioned garden flowers . `` They keep life in me , '' Jessamine told him . They were great friends by this time . True , she knew little about him but she felt instinctively that he was manly and kind-hearted . One day when he came Jessamine met him almost gleefully . `` No , nothing today .
There is no dinner XXXXX cook . ''
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