tale delighted her; 'tell
it to us now.'

'Great-gran'mother were livin' alone, and gran'mother, she were married
four mile off, and used to come in on market days, and see the old
lady. Great-gran'mother, she were rather snappy and short, and one day
she says to gran'mother, "Sally, my girl, when you come to want, pull
up a yaller marigold by the roots"; and gran'mother, she laughs, and
says she, "What old wife talk be that, mother? Do marigolds bring
luck?" Great-gran'mother, she died soon after, and gran'mother were
sore disappointed not to find a few shillin's tied up in a stockin'.
The cottage were sold, but gran'father bought it hisself, and moved
into it with his family; and years passed, and then gran'father, he
died of a fever, and gran'mother brought up eleven boys and girls wi'
credit. But times got bad, and she were left wi' a cripple daughter,
and the t'others scattered away from her, and work failed her, and they
were close on comin' to the House. Gran'mother, she had selled most on
her furniture, and there were at last but a crust o' bread in the
place, and she were makin' tea-kettle broth--for she were Devonshire,
and they folk is great at that--when all on a sudden, as she were
a-sayin', "Now, Alice, this be our last meal in this dear place," the
words of great-gran'mother come surgin' and rushin' through her brain.
"Sally, my girl, when you come to want, pull up a yaller marigold by
the roots!" and with a hop and a skip, though she were turned
seventy-five, she goes straight down the garden, and tugs at a fine
yaller marigold. It took a power o' strength to pull it up; and there
to the bottom o' the roots was a pot. She pulled of it up, and it were
full o' silver and gold, and kept her and her daughter in ease for ever
after.'

'Till they went to the grave,' put in Patty solemnly.

'And do you bury your savings?' asked Elfie, laughing.

Deb looked at Patty, and Patty looked at Deb with grave consideration.
Then Deb spoke:

'There is things we can't just confide to every one, young ladies.
Will you be havin' a taste of Patty's hot cake before you leave? It's
just time for it to be comin' out of the oven!'

Patty bustled forward to procure it. Nothing pleased the old women
more than to show hospitality to any visitors who came to see them.

While the cake was being got ready, Clare went out to look at the
beehives with Deb.

They chatted over them for a few minutes, and then Deb put he