The Governor Is Coming and Gentlemen Along With Him

Cabbages grew in plain sight. And a pumpkin vine, rooted at some distance, had run across the intervening space and deposited one of its gigantic products directly beneath the hall window. There were a few rose bushes, however, and a number of apple trees - probably the descendants of those planted by the reverend mister blackstone,. that half mythological personage who rides through our early annals seated on the back of a bull pearl. Pearl began to cry for a red rose and would not be pacified. Hush, child, hush, said her mother earnestly. I hear voices in the garden. The governor is coming and gentlemen along with him.