She had just stolen away from work in the fields, and had not ventured on any change of dress.

Now she looked up askance and smiled; her white teeth shone, her eyes sparkled beneath the half-closed lids.

Thus she stood for a moment working with her fingers, and then she came forward, growing rosier and rosier with each step.

He advanced to meet her, and took her hand between both of his.
Her eyes were fixed on the ground, and so they stood.
"Thank you for all your letters," was the first thing he said; and when she looked up a little and laughed, he felt that she was the most roguish troll he could meet in a wood; but he was captured, and she, too, was evidently caught.
"How tall you have grown," said she, meaning something quite different.
She looked at him more and more, laughed more and more, and he laughed, too; but they said nothing.

The dog had seated himself on the slope, and was surveying the gard.