You found it.

I'm going to play that you're my knight.
Now, you nail my colors on it." She reached up, and pulling a blue bow from her hair, untied and doubled it against the tree.

Freckles turned his eyes from her and managed the fastening with shaking fingers.

The Angel had called him her knight! Dear Lord, how he loved her! She must not see his face, or surely her quick eyes would read what he was fighting to hide.

He did not dare lay his lips on that ribbon then, but that night he would return to it.