"She wants you," said the boy, with vast innocence, while he looked up at the young man.
"I wish I could believe it were true," said Master, as he came nearer by a step to the daughter of the woodland.
She turned with a look of fear and said, "I must go," as she ran to the trail, followed by Roc.
A little distance away she turned, looking back at the young man. Something in her eyes told of a soul beneath them lovelier than its nobly fashioned house. Moreover, they proclaimed the secret which she would fain have kept.
"Shall we shake hands?" he asked.
She took a step towards him and stopped.
"No," she answered.
"I must see you again," said Master, with passionate eagerness, fearing that she was about to leave.
She looked down but made no answer. The children put their arms about her knees as if to detain her.
"You will not forget to come Thursday?" he added.