Won't you come with me this time?
I know now, Harold, why you didn't let me go in before.

But now it is different.
This is not curiosity.

It is Duty and Love.

Won't you come with me, Harold ?' Harold leaped from the edge of the ha-ha where he had been sitting and held up his hand.

She took it and leaped down lightly beside him.
'Come,' he said, 'let us go there now!' She took his arm when they got on the path again, and clinging to him in her pretty girlish way they went together to the piece of garden which she called her own; there they picked a great bunch of beautiful white flowers.