"I think only of coming here," he added.
She stepped away timidly, and turned and stood straight as the young spruce, looking into his eyes.
"I, too, have no more peace," he said, restraining his impulse to go further.
"I must leave you—I must not speak to you any more," she answered.
"Stay," he pleaded. "I will be silent—I will say not a word unless you bid me speak—but let me look at you."
She stood a moment as if thinking.
"Do you hear that bird song?" she asked, looking upward.
"Yes, it has a merry sound."
"It is my answer to you," said she.
"Then I am sure you love me."