| contributor, Fires Rekindled — Fires Rekindled… (1919)
“ The sense of companionship, which I had lost inside the house, had now returned. She and I had occupied the place during one summer only, and much of our time had been spent in this verdurous and flowery enclosure. She dressed in white frocks: the sun sparkled on her hair. We had plucked flowers of antique fashion in the garden adjoining; that faithful, dark-haired waiting-woman of hers had spread out rugs to protect us from the damp, and here had we lain, luxurious, when the dial marked noon, and the blue shadow of the great lime-tree had crept silently toward us over the fairy grass-blades. ”
