"Yes." It was true that she only flitted in and out, and that she spent hours in the depths of the wood, and always came back as if from fairy land.
Once she had a holiday of nearly a week.

She came down from town one afternoon in a pretty white frock and hat and white shoes and with an air of such delicate radiance about her that Mrs.Bennett would have clutched her to her breast, but for long-ago gained knowledge of the respect due to those connected with great duchesses.
"Like a new young bride you look, my pretty dear--Miss," she cried out when she first saw her as she came up the path between the hollyhocks in the garden.

"God's surely been good to you this day.

There's something like heaven in your face." Robin stood still a moment looking like the light at dawn and breathing with soft quickness as if she had come in haste.
"God has been good to me for a long time," she said.
* * * * * In the deep wood she walked with Donal night after night when the stillness was like heaven itself.

Now and then a faint rustle among the ferns or the half awakened movement and sleepy note of a bird in the leaves slightly stirred the silence, but that was all.