"In her part." "Her part o' the place? What you been an' cut it up this way for?" If Gardener Jim had ever heard of the feud that separated the two sisters he had apparently forgotten it, and Sophy, knowing his reputed state, felt no surprise. "She lives in t'other part o' the house," she vouchsafed cautiously. "Well," he grumbled, "that's no reason, as I see, why you should ha' gone an' sliced up the gardin." He gave one more estimating look at the forlorn waste. "Well, I'll be over in the mornin'." "You needn't," Sophy called after him. "I don't want any gardenin' done," she cried the louder; but Jim paid no attention. He was at the other gate now, leading into Eliza's grounds, and there he found Eliza waiting for him. She looked older than her sister. She was thinner, her eyes were sharp, and her chin was square and firm. "Well," said she, "what is it?" Jim hardly seemed to see her. "Where's your pinies?" he asked. Eliza resolutely refrained from looking at the grassy plot where they sat in their neglected state. "I dunno 's they're comin' up this year," she returned speciously. "Yes, they be, too," said Jim, with vigor. He had gone straight over to the spot where the juicy red-brown stalks were pushing up among the grass. "Well, if I don't git round this fall an' feed up them pinies I sha'n't have a wink o' sleep all winter." Eliza had followed him, and now she stood regarding the peonies absently and with almost a wistful curiosity, as if they recalled something she had long forgotten to enjoy. "I ain't done much in the gardin for a good many year," she said. "I got kinder stiff, an' then I give it up. It's too late to do anything to 'em now, I s'pose?" "No, it ain't neither," said Jim. "I'll be round to-morrer an' git the grass out an' put suthin' on to make 'em grow. Trouble is, 'tain't so easy to do it in spring as 'tis in the fall, them stalks are so brittle. Don't you touch 'em, now. I'll see to 'em myself." Eliza followed him to the gate. She was curious, and yet she hardly knew how to put her question with the indifference she sought. As he was taking up his spade, she found the words:-- "What's started you up to come here arter so many years?" His eyes dropped. The shaggy brows met over them in a defense. "I kinder thought I would," said he. Then he went soberly back to his own house.