When she looked up at him again all the bloom and radiance had flown.
"Yes, I'll come back with you," she answered, and falling into step between them, walked languidly up the hill to the kitchen garden at the top.

In his own misery Abel was hardly aware of her, and he heard as from a distance, Archie's muttered threats against Gay, and Blossom's palpitating responses.

When they reached the house, Sarah's yellow and white cat squeezed herself through the door and came purring toward them.
"Why, the cat's got back!" exclaimed Archie.
"It must have been in the store-room all the time," returned Blossom quickly.

"I forgot to look there.

Now, I must go and pour out the butter milk for dinner before grandma scolds me." She turned away, glanced back an instant later to make sure that they had entered the house, and then gathering up her Sunday skirt of blue Henrietta cloth, started in a rapid run back along the path to the willows.