26/34 The rabbits, lower down the hill, came out of their burrows again and gambolled in the sunshine. "I shall always remember this day." "And I." He plucked idly at the wild thyme and the little golden vetches among the coarse grass of the hillside. A fold of the blue dress lay beside him. He touched it inadvertently, and the colour came to his cheek: unobserved, because he had his hat pulled down over his eyes, and Mary was sketching for him in detail the plan of her book. It interested him because it was hers. |