He had no reason to suppose that this day more than another he would find her, but there, half a mile from White Farm, he came upon her, standing, watching a lintwhite's nest.

They walked together, and when that little, right-angled, infant fellow of the glen opened to them they turned and followed its bright rivulet to the green hidden hollow.
The earth lay warm and dry, clad with short turf.

They sat down beneath an oak-tree.

None would come this way; they had to themselves a bright span of time and place.

Elspeth looked at him with brown, friendly eyes.