A great change had come to her heart since she rode out so blithely that morning, and the words of her simple song were coming true:
“A honey-comb and a honey-flower.
And the bee shall have his hour.”
She forgot all about her errand to town, and, remounting Rex, went for a long ride, miles away, to a beautiful Blue Sulphur Spring, where she lingered for hours upon the green lawn, dreaming over and over the startling event of the day, and gazing anon into the sparkling depths of the water, as if she might read in its pellucid depths the secret of her future.
And she recalled, with a sudden thrill, the gypsy who had told her fortune last year, saying:
“You will have a handsome, blue-eyed husband, and you will adore each other; but beware of jealousy, or it will part you forever.”
Leola had laughed at the gypsy then, but now she recalled her prophecy with a prophetic thrill.
“A handsome, blue-eyed husband! He has blue eyes!” she said—which showed that her thoughts already reached forward to the unknown future.
“Our feelings and our thoughts
Tend ever on and rest not in the present.”