The false lines in the picture drawn by Smith faded at the touch of the pink winged flowers.

Her heart sprang into the truth.
The girl looked up to see the face of the schoolmistress flushed and shining with sudden tears.
"My dear," said Susannah gently, "when I was your age flowers were given to me, but I did not love them half enough." The maiden tripped away, resolving at heart to heed the admonition, although she understood it very vaguely.
Susannah knelt down upon the floor behind the sill, pressing both hands upon her breast lest she should cry aloud.
"No! No! No!" she whispered, "I loved Ephraim, and it was because I left him that my heart closed up--because in insufferable pride and impatience I left him.

Oh, my love, now I know that you loved me too." She rocked herself in a passionate desire for Ephraim's presence.

The scene in the cold autumn wood at Fayette came back to her eyes and ears.
She felt the very touch of his hand when he went.

"Fool! fool!" she said, "foolish and wicked.