"I knew you just couldn't help making an L, and the next one will be an S." "I'm not done yet," he said, with a smiling side-glance at her, and added two more lines, changing the L to an E.An expression of pleasure flashed across her face, as he outlined an F next to it.

It would be something to tell Mollie and Fay and Kell next time she wrote, that the handsomest boy in Kentucky (as she enthusiastically described him to them), with the manners of a Sir Philip Sidney, had left the record of his attachment for her where all might read.
She gave him another smile from under her long black eyelashes, and then looked down with a blush.

He added the heart to the inscription then, and pierced it with an arrow.
While these two played at a game that older children had played before them for many a generation (as the scarred old tree-trunks bore silent witness on every hand), the game of "I spy" went on uproariously behind the columbine rock.

The bonfire blazed higher and higher.

It lighted the cool depths of the darkening woods, and sent dancing shadows across the deep ravines, and presently the picnic feast was spread near by and part of the supper was cooked over its coals.
It was by its weird light that the charades were played, when the feast had been cleared away.