I have looked day by day and hour by hour for her to come to me or to thee to tell what is in her mind.

But the weeks have sped by and her lips are still sealed, and, as thou sayest, she is losing her gay spirits, or else her gaiety is over wild, but doth not ring true; and there is a look in her eyes that never used to be there, and which I like not." "I know the look well--one of wistful, unsatisfied longing.

It goes to my heart to see it there.

And hast thou noted that the bloom is paling in her cheeks, and that she will sit at home long hours, dreaming in the window seat or beside the hearth, when of old she was for ever scouring the woods, and coming home laden with flowers or ferns or berries?
I like it not, nor do I understand it.

And thou sayest her sisters know not the cause?
I thought that young maidens always talked together of their secrets." "Kate doth not.