One thing only troubled him.
He could think of nothing to say.
At last he saw a bunch of scarlet berries peeping out of the snow at the roots of a great pine tree. He stepped aside and picked them. When he came back he handed them to Peggy.
"What are these for?" she asked.
"I thought you might wear them."
"So I do not look well enough as I am?"
"I said not so."
"No, but you thought I could look better, and so I could not have been perfect in your eyes."
"They hang offerings on the neck of the statue of the Madonna. It is not that she may look better; but I suppose it brings her nearer to see her wearing their gifts, be they never so humble."
