Of course the morning was part of it.

A morning like that would make a fence post better looking.

Half a mile away you could see she was tipsy with spring as I was, or the song sparrows, or the crazy babbling old bobolinks on the stakes and riders.
She made such a bright splash against the pink fence row, with her dark hair, flushed cheeks, and red lips, she took my breath.

Father said she was the loveliest girl in three counties, and Laddie stretched that to the whole world.

As she came closer, smash! through me went the thought that she looked precisely as Shelley had at Christmas time; and Shelley had been that way because she was in love with the Paget man.
Now if the Princess was gleaming and flashing like that, for the same reason, there wasn't any one for her to love so far as I knew, except Laddie.
Then smash! came another thought.