I believe there's a man for me somewhere, and that he'll find me, though I was hid--was hid--even here." And she gazed romantically round at the enclosing walls of foliage.
The resolute lines, the "unfeminine" expression disappeared from her sister's face.

She laughed softly and tenderly.

"What a dear you are!" she cried.
"You can scoff all you please," retorted Lucia, stoutly.

"I believe it.
We'll see if I'm not right....

How lovely you did look last night!...