"You are very cruel."
"No. I am truly kind. Sophia, I am tired; let us go home."
So they turned out of the field, and into the lane. But something was gone, and something had come. Sophia felt the change, and she looked curiously at Julius and Charlotte. Charlotte was calmly mingling the poppies and wheat in her hands. Her face revealed nothing. Julius was a little melancholy. "The fairies have left us," he said. "All of a sudden, the revel is over." Then as they walked slowly homeward, he took Sophia's hand, and swayed it gently to and fro to the old fiddler's refrain,—
"'Little I thought what love could do.'"
CHAPTER V.
CHARLOTTE.
"Oh, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!"
"Hammering and clinking, chattering stony names
Of shale and hornblende, rag and trap and tuff,
Amygdaloid and trachyte."