He hastened away to his garden and walked there until darkness fell , with his face uplifted to the sky , and the love rapture of countless generations shining in his eyes . Later on , we sat on one of the old stone benches and Uncle Dick tried to talk practically . Bayside people soon found out that Rose Lawrence was coming home to marry Uncle Dick . Uncle Dick was much teased , and suffered under it ; it seemed , as he had said , desecration . But the real goodwill and kindly feeling in the banter redeemed it . He went to the station to meet Rose Lawrence the day she came . When I went home from school Mrs. Lindsay told me she was in the parlour and took me in to be introduced . I was bitterly disappointed . Somehow , I had expected to meet , not indeed a young girl palpitating with youthful bloom , but a woman of ripe maturity , dowered with the beauty of harmonious middle-age -- the feminine counterpart of Uncle Dick . Instead , I found in Rose Lawrence a small , faded woman of forty-five , gowned in shabby black . She had evidently been very pretty once , but bloom and grace were gone . Her face had a sweet and gentle expression , but was tired and worn , and her fair hair was plentifully streaked with grey . Alas , I thought compassionately , for Uncle Dick 's dreams ! What a shock the change to her must have given him ! Could this be the woman on whom he had lavished such a life-wealth of love and reverence ? I tried to talk to her , but I found her shy and timid . She seemed to me uninteresting and commonplace . And this was Uncle Dick 's Rose of joy ! I was so sorry for Uncle Dick that I shrank from meeting him . Nevertheless , I went over after tea , fearing that he might misunderstand , nay , rather , understand , my absence .
He was XXXXX the garden , and he came down the path where the buds were just showing .
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