Suddenly she looked toward the cedar thicket, and, as if recalling what had occurred there, covered her face with her hands, to hide the painful scene. Then he saw that she would not even come to the place, but was turning to go to the house by another way.
He darted out from his concealment and rushed toward her. At first, in wild alarm, she put her hand to her side, and leaned against a chestnut-tree for support. Then recognizing him, with a glad cry, she permitted him to take her in his arms, while she hid her face on his shoulder. A moment later they recoiled from each other in blushing confusion.
"Well?" said Gregory, stupidly.
She was the first to recover herself, and said, "O, Walter, I'm so—so glad you have come at last!"
"Do I look sorry?" he asked, taking her hand.
"Oh!" she exclaimed; "this is too good to be true!"
"That's what I think, I feared you would take flight the moment I appeared."
"When did you arrive? Come, tell me everything."
"Not all at once, dear—Annie. But let me give you a seat on the rock by the thicket, and then I will say the catechism."
"Please, no, Walter; not there," she said, drawing back.