George Allan England

“ Sun, cloud, the sparkling gilded dome on the hill, small creatures, blossoms and buds, men and women, all in their own peculiar ways, were saying:
“Spring, spring is close at hand!”
Disney and Rodman Wyatt were saying it, too, after their fashion, which has been the fashion of young man and maid ever since there were any maids or young men at all—and that, God wot, has been a tremendous long time! ”

“ If you have, what is it?”
“You!” he fired an unpremeditated, point-blank answer, as they came to the massive granite steps of Lockwood's house. “And no man worries about a girl unless he loves her. Good-by!”
He turned abruptly—for genuine emotion is often prone to verge on rudeness—and left her standing there, looking after him. With a sudden, strange little laugh, her cheeks ablaze, Disney ran up the granite steps and into the austere old mansion of the purple panes. ”

“ Sunlight, reflected in her eyes, made little golden points there.
“There's nothing like these slim, dark girls!” realized Wyatt. “Blondes simply aren't in it!”
She smiled with frank happiness.
“I'm so happy,” quoth she, “that it doesn't seem true. It can't possibly be true that all these wonderful things are happening to me!”
“Why shouldn't wonderful things happen to you? I don't know anybody more worthy to have wonderful things happen!”
“It's right nice of you to say that; but really it's just a little bit too much to be quite sure of—all these things are. ”