He showed her the cowslips,
the violets, and all the treasures of the meadow; but it was all hurry,
and skurry, and excitement; no time to look at anything above half a
minute, for fear of being found out: and so, at last, back to the gate,
beaming with stolen pleasure, glowing and sparkling with heat and
excitement.
The cunning thing made him replace the gate, and then, after saying she
must go for about an hour, marched demurely back to the house.
After one or two of these hasty trips, impunity gave her a sense of
security, and, the weather getting warm, she used to sit in the meadow
with her beau and weave wreaths of cowslips, and place them in her
black hair, and for Comp-ton she made coronets of bluebells, and
adorned his golden head.
And sometimes, for a little while, she would nestle to him, and lean
her head, with all the feminine grace of a mature woman, on his
shoulder.
Said she, "A boy's shoulder does very nice for a girl to put her nose
on."
One day the aspiring girl asked him what was that forest.
"That is Bassett's wood."
"I will go there with you some day, when papa is out."
"I'm afraid that is too far for you," said Compton.
"Nothing is too far for me," replied the ardent girl. "Why, how far is
it?"
"More than half a mile.
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