The earth was white with magic moonshine.

Joan looked out.

The old creeper down which she had climbed to go to Martin that night which seemed so far away was all in leaf.

With what exhilaration she had dropped her bag out.

Had ever a girl been so utterly careless of consequences then as she?
How wonderfully and splendidly Martinish Martin had been when she plunged in upon him, and how jolly and homelike the hall of his house--her house--had seemed to be.