She had seen no pictures, read no books, knew nothing of the fine arts, was totally ignorant of all scholarly lore, but deep in her heart lay a passionate love for the fair face of nature.
It was new to Ronald.

He had heard fashionable ladies speak of everything they delighted in.

He had ever heard of "music in the fall of rain drops," or character in flowers.
Once Dora forgot her shyness, and when Ronald said something, she laughed in reply.

How sweet and pure that laughter was--like a soft peal of silver bells! When Ronald Earle went to sleep that night, the sound haunted his dreams..