Abel glanced at the house . `` Tamzine never likes to be alone o ' nights . So I take my moonlight walks in the garden . The moon 's a great friend of mine , master . I 've loved her ever since I can remember . When I was a little lad of eight I fell asleep in the garden one evening and was n't missed . I woke up alone in the night and I was most scared to death , master . Lord , what shadows and queer noises there were ! I dars n't move . I just sat there quaking , poor small mite . Then all at once I saw the moon looking down at me through the pine boughs , just like an old friend . I was comforted right off . Got up and walked to the house as brave as a lion , looking at her . Goodnight , master . Tell Mary the lilacs 'll last another week yet . '' From that night Abel and I were cronies . We walked and talked and kept silence and fished cod together . Stillwater people thought it very strange that I should prefer his society to that of the young fellows of my own age . Mrs. Campbell was quite worried over it , and opined that there had always been something queer about me . `` Birds of a feather . ''
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