She had not forgotten the stile, which still remained as of yore, so leaving the car in the road they walked down the fields.

At first they were disappointed, but further on, beside the river, the Marsh might well have been called "Daffodil Meadow." Everywhere the lovely little wild Lent lilies were showing their golden trumpets in such profusion among the grass that the scene resembled Botticelli's famous picture of spring.

Miss Beach said little, but her eyes shone with reminiscences.

Winona was in ecstasies, and ran about picking till her bunch was almost too big to hold.

The slanting afternoon sunlight fell on the water with a glinting, glistening sheen; the sallows overhanging the banks were yellow with pollen, the young pushing arum shoots and river herbs wore their tender early spring hue; the scene was an idyll in green and gold.