"Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried; "here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life.
Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor's house with the rose in his hand.
"You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the Student.
If only Rose would be more matter of fact; not look at him with that expression which made him think of a confiding child.
It was quite gone, in the early dawn, as Rose sat on the edge of the bed looking at her husband.
Intuitively, Rose understood that their first evening and night foreshadowed their whole lives.
Phebe stopped rattling her beans from one pan to another, and her eyes were full of pity as they rested on the curly head bent down on Rose's knee, for she saw that the heart under the pretty locket ached with its loss, and the dainty apron was used to dry sadder tears than any she had ever shed.
Phebe's last words made Rose smile in spite of her tears, and she looked out from behind her apron with an April face, saying in a tone of comic distress
I shall have to see them some time, but I do dread it so." And Rose gave a shudder, for, having lived alone with her invalid father, she knew nothing of boys, and considered them a species of wild animal.
'I could,' said Rose. 'Stay!' she added, disengaging her hand,
'The prospect before you,' answered Rose, firmly, 'is a brilliant one.
'Do not press me to reply,' answered Rose. 'The question does not arise, and never will.