Do not turn its light from me." "You see me at the lessons," she said.
"Pardon me, I do not.

I never dare to look at you; if I did, Miss Carleton would soon know my secret.

I am an artist, practiced to admire.
I may say what in others would be simple impertinence.

You look so beautiful, Miss Arleigh, with the sunlight falling on you through the apple blossoms.

Will you let me make a picture of you, just as you are now?
I could paint it well, for my whole heart would be in the work." "I am willing," she said.
"And you will let me keep the picture when it is finished, and once or twice before the lovely summer fades you will come out here and see me again ?" "Yes," she said, "I will come again." "I shall keep those few penciled words you sent me until I die," he said, "and then they shall be buried with me." Allan Lyster was a wise general; he knew exactly when it was time to retreat.