Tripping with the Tucker Twins

outh before and the palmetto tree

tured. The trunks with that strange criss-cross effect might have been made

hem with such care at home and are so proud if we can get one to grow three feet. Mammy Susan has a palm, 'pa'm' she calls i

gnolia trees. She remarked: 'I have never seen such large rubber plants.' But don't these palmetto

drops and violets; purple and white hyacinths primly marked the narrow gravel walk, and clumps of rhododendron and oleander were so well placed that one felt that a landscape gardener must have had the planting of them.

the garden while the above conversation was going on. All of us long

enchanting, what we couldn

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therefore ye

with the desire to get in that we forgot Mr. Manners entirely. Just as Dee said that the palmetto trees made her feel like some

hall never give my consent to Louis' going into such a profession. Planti

te in arranging them. Just see what he has done for our garden! He could do the same for others, and alread

ent of the Charlestonian was very marked. I don't know how to give an idea of how she said Charleston, but there wa

d to dig in their dirt? It is not many generations since they have handled pick

nd you know there is no money for college. He can

to a conversation not intended for their ears, but in talking over the matter later we all agreed that we did not realize what we were doi

an as he could hardly ally himself with the enemies of his land. The Church and the Law are all that are left for one of our blood. Since, as you are so quick to inform me, there i

papa! Why, he has no

than to be down on his hands and knees p

hurch here is the only one in the United States, and it has only forty members, and you know yourself now that so many of those members live

rgument, he became very masculine and informed the girl that she had muc

gement. He hates to be idle and he is forced to be. I was shocked by his appearance this

laire in disgust, and suddenly there loomed in sight a familiar low-cut waistc

ad of the low-cut vest made us beat a hasty retreat. We

shamed of mys

, too!" from

t you sorry for Claire? And poor Louis! To think of having only one profession

'd love to know Claire. Didn't she sound spunky and at the same ti

like to know Louis. I fancy he must be interesting. Isn't their name romantic? Gaillard sounds like i

en belonging to the pretty rumpled girl in the bus? Now I s'p

ted out of a large shabby old house about a block from the Gaillard's home and

heir dresses were made of black calico. It seemed to take two of them to buy a dime's wor

l, Sam," complained

e dese hyar is shrimpys, dey a

and underfed. Just look back at their house! It is simply huge. And look at their porches! Big e

have a lot of serva

worth of shrimps a day. They have just been off burying their last relative who did not leave them a small legacy that they have, in

lly think that is the truth about them?

o ways for a Charleston lady to make a living? The men have three according to his Eminence of the Tum Tum.

ew, unpainted, board gate? I wonder where their wrought-iron one is. They must have had one sometime. Their house looks as though a beautiful gate mu

od-by forever, those gates that had played such an important part in their lives. Through their portals many a coach (claret-colored, I think, I will have the coaches be) has rolled, bearing to their revels the belles of the sixties. (Everyone in th

r Louis. I am sure they are interesting without making up. I still wish I could see Louis. I'd tell him to spunk up and go dig for the nice people al

ive-oaks and palmettos. Spanish moss hung in festoons fr

if too much of it grows on them, but

all right and give a charm to the South, but when they envelop one as they

. It would come in dandy in the story I am going to write about the old ladies and their gate." I had started a not

ort Sumter and Sullivan's Island to the open sea. Fort Moultrie is on Sullivan's Island and on the Battery is a fine statue of Sergeant Jasper who s

t was bombarded in 1861 and I believe is noted as having stood mor

had been that Princess Louise descended to embark with her brilliant cortège after her memorable visit to Charleston in '83. He showed us Sullivan's Island, nothing more than a misty spot on the horizon, where Poe laid the scene of "The Gold Bug." He led us up to the old gun from the Keokuk, patting it lovingly and reverent

, historian, poet. And then he put my mind entirely at rest about his being somewhat out of

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nd we had promised to meet Zebedee for a one o'clock luncheon. We told him good-by, and prom

eaven. The sky had clouded over again and quite a sharp little east wind was blowing, whistling rather dis

ens. The walls are not so high there, and we wondered if the

he wall," suggested Dee, and I made a mental reservation