Such a picturesque , low-eaved little house , all covered over with honeysuckle . It was set between a big orchard and an old-fashioned flower garden with great pines at the back . '' `` Heartsease Farm , '' said Mrs. Hewitt promptly . `` Bless you , there 's only one place around here of that description . Mr. and Mrs. Bruce , Uncle Charles and Aunt Flora , as we all call them , live there . They are the dearest old couple alive . You ought to go and see them , they 'd be delighted . Aunt Flora just loves company . They 're real lonesome by times . '' `` Have n't they any children ? '' asked Constance indifferently . Her interest was in the place , not in the people . `` No . They had a niece once , though . They brought her up and they just worshipped her . She ran away with a worthless fellow -- I forget his name , if I ever knew it . He was handsome and smooth-tongued , but he was a scamp . She died soon after and it just broke their hearts . They do n't even know where she was buried , and they never heard anything more about her husband . I 've heard that Aunt Flora 's hair turned snow-white in a month .
I 'll take you up XXXXX see her some day when I find time . ''
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