Presently, Bunch went off to the depot to take a train back to the
city, and for some little time we sat in silence on the piazza.

"Grand, isn't it?" Uncle Peter said, breaking the spell. "Couldn't
be any nicer, now, could it?" Then he went over and stood near
Clara J.

"Little woman," he said; "ever since we first talked of moving out
here I noticed how worried John was."

"So did I," she answered, taking my hand in hers.

"A day or two ago I found out what the trouble was," the old
gentleman continued; "this property was too heavy a load for a
young man to carry, especially when he's just married, so I bought
it from him!"

Before Clara J. could express a word Uncle Peter put his arm around
Aunt Martha's waist and continued, "Aunt Martha and I talked it all
over last night and in celebration of your second anniversary we
want you to accept this little present," and with this he placed a
document in Clara J.'s hands.

"It's the deed to the property," Aunt Martha said, "all for you,
Clara J., but if you don't mind, we'd like to live here!"

"Yes," said Uncle Peter; "that garden certainly needs someone to
look after it!"