It's the silence that stands between Blossom Revercomb an' me--an' her brother Abel is another glum one of the same sort, isn't he ?" "Do you think so?
I hadn't noticed it." "An' you seein' so much of him! Well, all folks don't observe things as sharply as I do--'twas a way I was born with.

But I passed him at the fork as I came up, an' he was standin' just as solemn an' silent while Mr.Chamberlayne, over from Applegate, was askin' him questions." "What questions?
Did you hear them ?" "Oh, about his mother an' prospects of the grist-mill.

The lawyer went on afterward to the big house to do business with Mr.Jonathan." They had reached the point in the road where a bridle path from the mill ran into it; and in the centre of the field, which was woven in faint spring colours like an unfinished tapestry, Molly descried the figure of Abel moving rapidly toward her.

Dismissing her companion, she ran forward with her warm blood suffusing her face.
"Abel," she said, "tell me that you are happy," and lifted her mouth to his kiss.
"Something in the spring makes me wild for you, Molly.

I can't live without you another year, and hear the blue birds and see the green burst out so sudden.