"No wonder he looked at me as if I were a mammoth squash, or something.

I'm going down in the garden to pluck a tea-rose bud," added she aloud.

"Won't you come ?" "Yes," said Bressant, following her down the glistening granite steps with an air of half-puzzled admiration.

He liked his new sensations very much, but knew not what to make of them; and so had a sense of adventurous uncertainty, which was perhaps a pleasure in itself.
Cornelia walked down the path in front of him, picking her dainty steps to avoid stray spears of grass or weeds, and gathering up her light skirts in one hand, out of the way of the bushes which leaned lovingly forward to drop a tear upon her.

At length she reached the tea-rose bush, and paused there.