They are all just
alike; and you see them from here."
"I want to look in," — I said, moving down the slope.
"Daisy," said Preston, you are just as fond of having your own
way as —"
"As what? I do not think I am, Preston."
"I suppose nobody thinks he is," grumbled Preston, following
me, — "except the fellows who can't get it."
I had by this time almost forgotten Miss Pinshon. I had almost
come to think that Magnolia might be a pleasant place. In the
intervals, when the pony was out of sight, I had improved my
knowledge of the old coachman; and every look added to my
liking. There was something I could not read that more and
more drew me to him. A simplicity in his good manners, a
placid expression in his gravity, a staid reserve in his
humility, were all there; and more yet. Also the scene in the
dell was charming to me. The ground about the negro cottages
was kept neat; they were neatly built of stone and stood round
the sides of a quadrangle; while on each side and below the
wooded slopes of ground closed in the picture.
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