He strode down the hill savagely towards Caddam Wood, where he knew he should find her.
Soon he saw her.

She was on one of the many tiny paths that lead the stranger into the middle of the wood and then leave him there maliciously or because they dare not venture any farther themselves.
They could play no tricks on Grizel, however, for she knew and was fond of them all.

Tommy had said that she loved them because they were such little paths, that they appealed to her like babies; and perhaps there was something in it.
She came up the path with the swing of one who was gleefully happy.
Some of the Thrums people, you remember, said that Grizel strutted because she was so satisfied with herself, and if you like an ugly word, we may say that she strutted to-day.

It was her whole being giving utterance to the joy within her that love had brought.

As Grizel came up the path on that bright afternoon, she could no more have helped strutting than the bud to open on the appointed day.