As he pushed her swing higher and higher, Eddie Garlock delighted himself in the fact that he had stolen the heart of the prettiest girl in Connecticut. Taking advantage of the social gatherings of the Congregational Church of Roxbury--in a shady grove near the railroad tracks--he relished their time together.
Crowds came from Danbury and all the other neighboring towns for Sunday School Conventions. It was summertime and he had won the heart of his "Jessie Girl". It had not been that long ago that she seemed to hate the attention he paid her.
"Don't call me, 'Jessie Girl'"! She screamed the words one day as he followed her home.
"But I just want to carry your books for you!" His sky-blue eyes twinkled as he reached to brush a curl from her forehead.
He wasn't sure when the change happened, but each day she seemed a little less resistent. One thing he was certain of--one day she would be his "Jessie Girl".
(This is another reference to the story of Eddie Garlock winning the heart of Jessie May Ward.)
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