She turned "shepherdess," fed the poultry with Edwin, pulled off her jewelled ornaments, and gave them to Walter for playthings; nay, she even washed off her rouge at the spring, and came in with faint natural roses upon her faded cheeks.

So happy she seemed, so innocently, childishly happy; that more than once I saw John and Ursula exchange satisfied looks, rejoicing that they had followed after the divine charity which "thinketh no evil." After tea we all turned out, as was our wont on summer evenings; the children playing about; while the father and mother strolled up and down the sloping field-path, arm in arm like lovers, or sometimes he fondly leaning upon her.

Thus they would walk and talk together in the twilight, for hours.
Lady Caroline pointed to them.

"Look! Adam and Eve modernized; Baucis and Philemon when they were young.

Bon Dieu! what it is to be young!" She said this in a gasp, as if wild with terror of the days that were coming upon her--the dark days.
"People are always young," I answered, "who love one another as these do." "Love! what an old-fashioned word.