“Yes,” answered Kate, too shy, too surprised to say more.
“And I,” said he, “I also have been looking at them; and then I turned to familiar lines in Wordsworth, the poet I am reading. Do you know them?”
“About lent-lilies? I know nothing.”
“Listen.”
Then Bramber read--
“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,