The girl's heart is as pure as a stainless lily; she never heard of 'a grand match' or a 'good parli.' If Tennyson's Dora was like her, I do not wonder at anything that happened." Instead of thinking to himself that he had done a foolish thing that bright morning, and that his plain duty was to forget all about the girl, Ronald lighted his cigar, and began to dream of the face that had charmed him.
Dora took the fruit to Mrs.Morton, and received no reprimand; then she was sent home to the cottage, her work for the day ended.

She had to pass through the park.

Was it the same road she had trodden this morning?
What caused the new and shining glory that had fallen on every leaf and tree?
The blue heavens seemed to smile upon her; every flower, every song of the bright birds had a new meaning.

What was it?
Her own heart was beating as it had never beaten before; her face was flushed, and the sweet, limpid eyes shone with a new light.

What was it?
Then she came to the brook-side and sat down on the violet bank.
The rippling water was singing a new song, something of love and youth, of beauty and happiness--something of a new and fairy-like life; and with the faint ripple and fall of the water came back to her the voice that had filled her ears and touched her heart.