6/6 I could not find him anywhere, and becoming frightened, I ran down the drive, calling him as I went, and through the gate, and out into the road. One minute he looks like a ghost; an hour later his face is beaming with a radiance that seems absolutely to fatten him under your eyes. That was how he looked just then as he came towards me, smiling in an effulgent sort of way, as if he were the noonday sun--no less, and carrying a small nosegay in his hand. I've got them." And as he held his hand up, and waved the nosegay--I knew all. He had been to Mary's Meadow, and the flowers between his fingers were hose-in-hose.. |