Capitolo 67
"I was thinking around a beautiful small secret I know, and you/he/she could not help
smiling."
"Will I know him/it, once or the other?"
"Diviners you want."
"Will it like?"
"Oh, doesn't want him/it, nevertheless!"
"Will it happen soon?"
"Once or the other this week."
"I know what is! The boys will have artificial fires on the
fourth, and it has some surprise for me. Don't have them?"
"That is saying."
"Well, I can wait; only a thing uncle tells me you/he/she is him?"
"Clearly he is; there is never some amusing without him."
"It is entirely then correct, and sure to be beautiful."
Rose went out on the balcony to shake the carpets, and, having given
them a vigorous beating, it hung them on the baluster to air, while
she gave a look to his/her plants. Many tall vases and vases were standing
there, and one month of June alone and rain had worked he/she wonders with
the seeds and slips that she had planted. Morning-glories and
nasturtiumses worked all the bars, while doing the alacrity to bloom. Scarlet color
beans and honeysuckles were climbing above from under to meet
the their beautiful neighbours, and the woodbine was hanging its green
festoons wherever you/he/she could grab on.
The waters of the bay were dancing in the light of the sun, a fresh wind
mixed the chestnut-trees with a pleasant sound and the garden
under it was full of roses, butterflies and bees. A great chirrupping and
chirrupping followed among the birds, busy with their summer
house-holding, and, far street, the white-winged gulls were bathing
and plunging himself/herself/itself in the sea, where it sends, as the greatest birds, went sailing to
and fro.
"Oh, Phebe, is such beautiful day, I wish Your fine secret it was
going to immediately to happen! I feel only likes to have a good time him;
doesn't do her?" Rose dictates, waving his/her arm as if her same to fly.
"I feel so often, but I have to wait for my good times, and
you don't stop to work to desire for 'the em. You can end there now, as
soon as the chests of dust; I have to go to make my steps", and Phebe walked to work