No talent, and Phil's pansies

AMITY BOGARDUS sat in the little summer-house, which stood on the top of the great pile of rocks in her grandfather''s grounds. To speak with precision they were her grounds, for this little plain Amity, who was sitting in such a mournful posture coiled up on the rustic sofa, was the owner of this great place with its grand old stone house, its beautiful gardens and great trees, and lawns shaven a...