‘Dear Heart, thank you: I wish it were true’; and she kissed me.
Then she talked about Yearsly, and Cousin John, and the garden.
Cousin Delia brought roses with her, and all the room was sweet when she had gone. I wished she could have stayed longer. I wished she would come again. I wished I could go back with her to Yearsly. I felt like a child left alone at school.
PART THREE
‘For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down,
That it will flourish again. . .
But man dieth and wasteth away; yea, man
Giveth up the ghost, and where is he?’
—Job xiv. 7.
PART THREE