Only a few feet, and the dogwood stars, the purple mist of the Judas-tree, the white fragrance of a wild cherry, came like a painted arras between them.

For a time she could hear the movement of the branches as he put them aside; but presently this too ceased, and the place was left to her and to all the life that called it home.
It was the same wood, surely, into which she had run two hours before, and yet--and yet--When her tears were spent, and she stood up, leaning, with her loosened hair and her gown that was the color of oak bark, against the beech-tree, she looked about her and wondered.

The wonder did not last, for she found an explanation.
"It has been blessed," said Audrey, with all reverence and simplicity, "and that is why the light is so different.".