There is the thatch house just above the mill already waiting for us--it is my own, you know; and although old Sianco and his wife don't make much of it, think how lovely you and I would make it.

Think of me sitting in the thatched porch behind those roses smoking, and you looking out through those pretty little lattice windows under the eaves." Valmai sighed and blushed.

"Oh, what dreams, Cardo; I cannot reach so far.

My thoughts stop short at the long winter, when that glistening sea will be tossing and frothing under the fierce north-west wind.

Oh, I know how it looks in the winter; and then to think that all that lies between me and you.