Unfounded tales of my bravery had gone abroad.
Sally seemed to be very glad to see me.

We walked down to the brook and up into the maple grove and back through the meadows.
The beauty of that perfect day was upon her.

I remember that her dress was like the color of its fire-weed blossoms and that the blue of its sky was in her eyes and the yellow of its sunlight in her hair and the red of its clover in her cheeks.

I remember how the August breezes played with her hair, flinging its golden curving strands about her neck and shoulders so that it touched my face, now and then, as we walked! Somehow the rustle of her dress started a strange vibration in my spirit.

I put my arm around her waist and she put her arm around mine as we ran along.