He wondered if he had truly ever forgotten her.
When he had received his welcome he sat down upon the door-step.

He could have touched Elspeth's skirt.

When she lowered her eyes they rested upon his gold-brown head, upon his hand in a little pool of light.
"Eh, laddie!" said Mother Binning, "but ye grow mair braw each time ye come!" Elspeth thought him braw.

The wishing-green where they danced, hand in hand!...

Now she knew--now she knew--why her heart had lain so cold and still--for months, for years, cold and still! That was what hearts did until the sun came....