sang Edward,—
“As she gaed o’er the Border?
She’s gane like Alexander,
To spread her conquests further.”
Désirée straightened herself. “How did you come there? I left you asleep. Ah, a wicked patient—a malingerer!”
“The cabin was cold, so I came out into the sun.”
She rose from her knees, took up the small heap of her washing, and, stepping lightly from stone to stone, came to his side of the water. Here, in a square of absolute gold, she spread the washing out to dry. Her sleeves were rolled up to her shoulders, her thick and beautiful hair hung braided to her knee, she looked in that quaint place like an enchanted princess out of a rosy fairy tale.
“O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,”—
sang Edward,—
“That’s newly sprung in June: