It invited her and she ran her white rounded arm through it, making curves and oblongs that were gone before they were finished.

She was in a thoughtful mood.

Once or twice she looked at the forest, and each time that she looked she shivered because the shadow of the wilderness was then very heavy upon her.
Silas Pennypacker, the schoolmaster, came to the spring while she was there, and they spoke together, because they were great friends, these two.

He was unchanged, the same strong gray man, with the ruddy face.

He was not unhappy here despite the seeming incongruity of his presence.
The wilderness appealed to him too in a way, he was the intellectual leader of the colony and almost everything that his nature called for met with a response.
"The spring is here, Lucy," he said, "and it has been an easy winter.