Her soft gray eyes were eloquent in that one glance.

And, happier than his words, passionate and tender as they were, could tell, he spoke till her trembling was changed into bright flashing blushes, and even a shy smile hovered about her lips, and dimpled her cheeks.
The water bubbled over the pitcher unheeded.

At last she remembered all the work-a-day world.

She lifted up the jug, and would have hurried home, but Frank decidedly took it from her.
"Henceforward," said he, "I have a right to carry your burdens." So with one arm round her waist and with the other carrying the water, they climbed the steep turfy slope.

Near the top she wanted to take it again.
"Mamma will not like it.