You haven't a worrying way with you.

She's in the rose-arbor.

You can find her, child.
You walk straight down that path, and then turn to your left." Catherine did not wait another instant.

She had the quick and graceful motions of a young fawn, and when she reached Beatrice her eager face was so full of light and excitement that the other girl sprang to her feet, her unopened book tumbled to the floor, and in one moment the two friends had their arms round each other.
They did not kiss.

This was not the moment for outward expressions of affection.