It was finished just at sunset. She scarcely needed any tea, so eager and impatient was she to get away.
And then she appeared before the Governor with this precious prize.
“I’ve found something really, at last,” said she, with bright eyes and cheeks.
As of old he held his hand out for it, but said nothing.
“Why don’t you speak?” she asked.
“It is not for me to speak,” he answered; and so she went away.
But Rosalie was scarce content with waiting now. She doubted not that all would see the value of the stone she had so lately found, and most of all an expert. And indeed there seemed to be no time for waiting. The voice said, “Go on.” Truly the harvest was beginning. Who would sit down with but one sheaf tied?
And she was justified in doing so. Another lump of hard black earth (to be chipped away slowly and surely) appeared amongst the looser soil. And after a time the under surface partly appeared, and it, too, as far as she could see, was bright and brilliant.
But as this was in process the message arrived at breakfast, the Governor wished to see her.
She did not allow herself to think, because she dare not, but whatever thought rose in her mind it was success.