She had taken off her hat; her hair was black as a horse's mane.

Paul came back and threaded daisies in her jet-black hair--big spangles of white and yellow, and just a pink touch of ragged robin.
"Now you look like a young witch-woman," the boy said to her.

"Doesn't she, William ?" Lily laughed.

William opened his eyes and looked at her.

In his gaze was a certain baffled look of misery and fierce appreciation.
"Has he made a sight of me ?" she asked, laughing down on her lover.
"That he has!" said William, smiling.
He looked at her.