Ah, the memories of these first golden mornings together after our long separation.

I shall sprinkle them with lavender and lay them away in that dim chamber of the heart where we keep precious things.

We all know the chamber.

It is fragrant with other hidden treasures, for all of them are sweet, though some are sad.

That is the reason why we put a finger on the lip and say 'Hush,' if we open the door and allow any one to peep in.
We tied the pony by the wayside and alighted: Willie to gather some sprays of the pink veronica and blue speedwell, I to sit on an old bench and watch him in happy idleness.