“Thank you,” said he, “for admitting me into your enchanted garden! Some morning when the dawn birds are calling, or some evening before the stars come out, may I knock at this gate again?”
“Nay, David,” cried she, with swift uplifted eyes, holding out to him the key on the impulse of her leaping heart, “this gate must never be locked for you! My father has another—take this one!”
His fingers closed upon her hand and then he took the brown key and looked at it.
“For you and me alone,” he said.
She knew then that this hour they had spent together in the dew-besprinkled closes was to him as sacred and as sweet as it would ever be to her. But now he had folded his lips together and went beside her in silence.
CHAPTER III
A QUEEN OF CURDS AND CREAM
And Enid brought sweet cakes to make them cheer,
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And stood behind and waited ...
And seeing her so sweet and serviceable,