"My dear mother, don't say that," entreats the young man, earnestly, going over to her and placing his arm round her neck. He is her favorite son, of which he is quite aware, and so hopes on. "What is it you object to?",
"Daisies pied, and violets blue,,
There is. In the distance, imbedded in trees, lies an extensive farmstead, larger and more home-like than any he has yet seen..
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