Ramsey was accustomed to all this charm, and Milla had never before been of more importance to him than an equal weight of school furniture--but all at once some magic had enveloped her.

That curl upon the shoulder nearest him was shot with dazzling fibres of sunshine.

He seemed to be trembling.
"I don't see it," he murmured, huskily, afraid that she might remove her hand.

"I can't see any fish, Milla." She leaned farther out over the bank.

"Why, there, goosie!" she whispered.