Jasmine Yale wouldn't let him ask, so he just had not to inquire any further.
"Then, Jasy, shall we go sit on the swing? Daddy made it by hand for baby, there are two of them."
"Two?"
Jasmine Yale didn't understand why there were two.
"Yes, two, a big one and a small one. It's perfect for you, Jasy, to sit on the big one, and the small one is for me."
Saying this, Chale Cheney took Jasmine Yale's hand and they went out.
Jasmine Yale left her knitting behind and followed him down to the swings.
The swings, side by side, were indeed one big and one small.
Jasmine Yale first helped Chale Cheney up, then carefully sat herself down.
"Slow down, be careful, don't fall off." Jasmine Yale said worriedly.
"I won't swing. I'll just sit and bask in the sun with Jasy, and we can chat." The little one's pure eyes sparkled brightly under the sun.
Chale Cheney really didn't move erratically; he asked the servant to bring a basket of fruits and placed it beside the swing.
