But of course she was, deep in her trembling soul, quite incredulous that he should have done all these things for _her_--incredulous until he ended his story with that day's travel up the valley, and then, for the first time, showed to her--as a proof of all he had said--the picture.
She gave a little cry then.

It was the first sound that had broken past her lips, and she clutched the picture in her hands and stared at it; and David, looking down, could see nothing but that shining disarray of curls, a rich and wonderful brown, in the sunlight, clustering about her shoulders and falling thickly to her waist.

He thought it indescribably beautiful, in spite of the manner in which the curls and tresses had tangled themselves.

They hid her face as she bent over the picture.

He did not speak.