White Lilac; or the Queen of the May - Amy Walton

Lilac’s eyes had been fixed shyly on her plate. It was like being Queen a second time to have everyone looking at her and talking of her. As Joshua finished there was a sound at the door of gruff assent, and she looked round. It came from Peter, who stood there with all his features stretched into a wide smile of pleasure.

“They’re all glad I’m going to bide,” she said to herself, “and so am I.”