Do you remember how large was the moon pushing up behind the pine-trees?
We sat on the dark hillside watching it, and you told me beautiful stories, while the moon rose higher and higher and the mockingbirds began to sing." Haward remembered not, but he said that he did so.

"The moon is full again," he continued, "and last night I heard a mockingbird in the garden.
I will come in the barge to-morrow evening, and the negroes shall row us up and down the river--you and me and Mistress Deborah--between the sunset and the moonrise.

Then it is lonely and sweet upon the water.

The roses can be smelled from the banks, and if you will speak to the mockingbirds we shall have music, dryad Audrey, brown maid of the woods!" Audrey's laugh, was silver-clear and sweet, like that of a forest nymph indeed.

She was quite happy again, with all her half-formed doubts and fears allayed.