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There was a garden out in the suburbs; a se trees An old cat slept all day on the

stone step in the sun, and an old mulatresse slept her idle hours away

in her chair at the open , till soreen tables She had milk and cream cheese to sell, and bread

and butter There was no one who could olden brown as she

The place was too modest to attract the attention of people of fashion,

and so quiet as to have escaped the notice of those in search of

pleasure and dissipation Edna had discovered it accidentally one day

when the high-board gate stood ajar She caught sight of a little green

table, blotched with the checkered sunlight that filtered through

the quivering leaves overhead Within she had found the slulass of milk which reminded her of

the milk she had tasted in Iberville

She often stopped there during her pera an hour or two under the trees when she found

the place deserted Once or twice she took a quiet dinner there alone,

having instructed Celestine beforehand to prepare no dinner at home It

was the last place in the city where she would have expected to meet any