He was in no hurry. There were mile-stones to count along the way. Here she had leaned to look into the brook; there she had stooped to mock a bird’s call. All the little green leaves whispered of her and the red and gold leaves flamed more warmly, remembering her. Archibald wondered whether he was sorry he had come—or glad. Glad, he thought; but it was a sorry gladness.
As he neared the top of the hill, he paused, half inclined to go back, without facing the empty seat under the old oak tree; but running away was a habit he had put aside. With a queer smile that was not gay, he quickened his steps, pushed aside the branches that had grown across the path, and came out into the open. There was the well. There was the great tree. And there, on the mossy bank, in the shadow, sat the witch, smiling and weaving spells!
She sprang to her feet, at sight of him. The smiles fled; but the spells worked on. The two looked into each other’s eyes, questioning, avowing. Without telling, other than the glad surrender in her face, the man knew that the world was changed for them, that the walls were down. All wonder, and great desire, he opened his arms; and, there in the enchanted wood, where “anything might happen,” they met “the Wonderful Thing.”
Pegeen was alone in her garden, when Archibald and the Smiling Lady went to her. As she saw them coming, the soberness that had hung about her since Richard Meredith had left her a half hour earlier melted away, and she ran to meet them with a joyful little cry. It was hard that the two she loved best must have their happiness at the cost of some one else; but, after all, it was glorious that they were happy.
“We’ve been talking about you, Peg,” Archibald said, when they three and Wiggles were comfortably seated on the doorstep—which was quite wide enough for four, if nobody minded crowding—and nobody did—“How would you like to go to boarding school this fall?”
Peg’s face clouded.
“It wouldn’t be far away, dear,” the Smiling Lady interposed hastily, “and we’ll be living in town after Thanksgiving; so you could spend all your Sundays and holidays with us; and then we’d all be up here together next summer.”
“It’s awfully sweet of you,” Peg was polite but unconvinced. “I’m ever so much obliged; but I guess I’ll stay right here and see to Mrs. Benderby.”
“Oh, I’ll fix Mrs. Benderby up all right,” Archibald promised. “She can board with the Neals. They want a boarder and I’ll give her an allowance that will make her comfortable. Then she won’t have to work except when she feels just like it.”
Pegeen abandoned Mrs. Benderby to a life of idle luxury, but still thought she would stay in the Valley.