We sha n't leave you to roost on that hill-top like a lonely crow -- do n't you worry . I know you hate me , but , Lord , it 'll be great fun living with some one that hates me . Life 'll have some spice in it after this . Ellen will roast me and you 'll freeze me . I wo n't have a dull moment . '' Rosemary did not condescend to tell him that nothing would ever induce her to live in his house . She let him go striding back to the Glen , oozing delight and complacency , and she walked slowly up the hill home . She had known this was coming ever since she had returned from Kingsport , and found Norman Douglas established as a frequent evening caller . His name was never mentioned between her and Ellen , but the very avoidance of it was significant . It was not in Rosemary 's nature to feel bitter , or she would have felt very bitter . She was coldly civil to Norman , and she made no difference in any way with Ellen . But Ellen had not found much comfort in her second courtship . She was in the garden , attended by St. George , when Rosemary came home . The two sisters met in the dahlia walk . St. George sat down on the gravel walk between them and folded his glossy black tail gracefully around his white paws , with all the indifference of a well-fed , well-bred , well-groomed cat . `` Did you ever see such dahlias ? '' demanded Ellen proudly . `` They are just the finest we 've ever had . '' Rosemary had never cared for dahlias . Their presence in the garden was her concession to Ellen 's taste .
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