Dixie: A monthly magazine, Vol. I, No. 2, February 1899Various
General
Dixie: A monthly magazine, Vol. I, No. 2, February 1899
Various
American literature -- Southern States -- Periodicals
The garden had been overgrown these three years. As the house was
tenantless nothing was ever trimmed or cut and the paths skinned over
with the green of intrusive weeds. The shrubs expanded into masses of
high dense leafage, the roses had run into long stems that covered
the walls or wound under the tall wavy grass, the annuals had seeded
themselves till they mingled in every bed, and the whole was a delightful
wilderness, more flowery than any wood and more woodland than any
garden. Milly and Jack regarded the place as their own special domain.
The house belonged to Milly’s father and they were left to enjoy the
garden unwatched and undisturbed. Because their fathers were partners
in business they had made up their minds to marry when they grew up and
they announced their intention with the preternatural seriousness of a
boy of five and a girl of three. As they were really fond of each other
they never wearied of being together and as a part of their precocious
program they cared nothing for other playmates. The garden was theirs
and they were each others’ and they lived in a community where children
were little overseen or tended. So they spent day after day in games of
their own invention, with no companion except a black kitten. Milly,
who was proud of her French, had named it Channoah and would have been
deeply grieved if anyone had insinuated that her pronunciation was far
from Parisian. Channoah was able to do without his mother when they
first began their games in the spring and was still a kittenish cat when
the autumn merged into winter. He entered into their sports with almost
a human interest and those long happy summer days made a background
for both the boy and the girl, which loomed up behind all their future
memories and where there were endless pictures of each other, in long
processions, punctuated and divided by various postures and contortions
of a coal-black kitten. As they grew older and their companionship
continued they had passwords all for themselves and jokes that no one
else entered into, all full of allusions to the same pet.
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