'We can't alter the past, Jane, but we can try to remember only the best part of it.

You, I hope, very seldom look back at all.' 'Grandfather wishes me never to forget it.

He often says that.' 'Does he?
I think I understand.' Jane drew down a branch and laid the broad cool leaves against her cheek; releasing it, she moved in the direction of the house.

Her companion followed with slow step, his head bent.

Before they came to the door Jane drew his attention to a bat that was sweeping duskily above their heads; she began to speak with her wonted cheerfulness.
'How I should like Pennyloaf to be here! I wonder what she'd think of it ?' At the door they bade each other good night.