How very nice workmen were! And what a beautiful morning! She mustn't mention the morning she must be business-like. "Cheer up, we won't bite," their smile seemed to say. What nice eyes he had, small, but such a dark blue! And now she looked at the others, they were smiling too. His smile was so easy, so friendly that Laura recovered. "That's right, miss," said the tallest of the men, a lanky, freckled fellow, and he shifted his tool-bag, knocked back his straw hat and smiled down at her. But that sounded so fearfully affected that she was ashamed, and stammered like a little girl, "Oh - er - have you come - is it about the marquee?" "Good morning," she said, copying her mother's voice. She blushed and tried to look severe and even a little bit short-sighted as she came up to them. Laura wished now that she had not got the bread-and-butter, but there was nowhere to put it, and she couldn't possibly throw it away. They carried staves covered with rolls of canvas, and they had big tool-bags slung on their backs. It's so delicious to have an excuse for eating out of doors, and besides, she loved having to arrange things she always felt she could do it so much better than anybody else.įour men in their shirt-sleeves stood grouped together on the garden path. "You'll have to go, Laura you're the artistic one."Īway Laura flew, still holding her piece of bread-and-butter. Jose, the butterfly, always came down in a silk petticoat and a kimono jacket. She had washed her hair before breakfast, and she sat drinking her coffee in a green turban, with a dark wet curl stamped on each cheek. Treat me as an honoured guest."īut Meg could not possibly go and supervise the men. I'm determined to leave everything to you children this year. "Where do you want the marquee put, mother?" Hundreds, yes, literally hundreds, had come out in a single night the green bushes bowed down as though they had been visited by archangels.īreakfast was not yet over before the men came to put up the marquee. As for the roses, you could not help feeling they understood that roses are the only flowers that impress people at garden-parties the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing. The gardener had been up since dawn, mowing the lawns and sweeping them, until the grass and the dark flat rosettes where the daisy plants had been seemed to shine. Only the blue was veiled with a haze of light gold, as it is sometimes in early summer. They could not have had a more perfect day for a garden-party if they had ordered it. Listen to the sweet and catchy music of the island, relax in The Grove's cozy and inviting atmosphere, cultivate gardens and libraries, and enjoy the delightful personalities you'll meet along the way.And after all the weather was ideal. There's plenty of work to be done, but don't forget to take time and appreciate this lush world and the fruits of your labor. Guide Concord's restoration efforts and earn the trust of the community: help others with their problems, and they'll offer you help in turn! The Grove is your home, and your work will affect change for the better! Protect your friends, gather precious materials, and repair social ties and structures by bringing the fruits, fungi, and frogs of each village together as they work to fend off the Rot that threatens to destroy your home for good. Fortunately, Concord has friends like Elderberry, Rana, and Fuji on their side! With their help, you can take on the dangerous Rot and find ways to encourage other residents to assist in the efforts. That's a lot to shoulder for a grape barely off the vine… and more than a few inhabitants are skeptical they have what it takes. Concord, the youngest grape in The Grove, is now a Guardian, and it's their job to help restore the island.
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