Jasper did not find it hard to talk to her now; it seemed as if he were talking to his dream Alice, and it came strangely natural to him.

He did not talk volubly, but Alice thought what he did say was worth while.

His words lingered in her memory and made music.

She always found his flowers under the pine, and she always wore some of them, but she did not know if he noticed this or not.
One evening Jasper walked shyly with her from his gate up the pine hill.
After that he always walked that far with her.

She would have missed him much if he had failed to do so; yet it did not occur to her that she was learning to love him.