When Winsome, moving thoughtfully onward, gently waving a slip of willow in her hand, came in sight of Ralph, she stood and waited. Ralph went towards her, and so on their marriage morn these two lovers met. It was like that morning on which by the lochside they parted, yet it was not like it. With that prescience which is a sixth sense to women, Winsome had slipped on the old sprigged gown which had done duty at the blanket-washing so long ago, and her hair, unbound in the sun, shone golden as it flowed from beneath the lilac sunbonnet. As for Ralph, it does not matter how he was dressed. In love, dress does not matter a brass button after the first corner is turned--at least not to the woman. "Sweet," said Ralph, "you are awake?" Winsome looked up with eyes so glorious and triumphant that a blind man could scarce have doubted the fact. "And you love me?" he continued, reading her eyes. With her old ripple of laughter she lightened the strain of the occasion. "You are a silly boy," she said; "but you'll learn. I have come out to gather flowers," she added, ingenuously. "I shall expect you to help. No--no--and nothing else." Had Ralph been in a fit condition to observe Nature this morning, it might have occurred to him that when girls come out to gather flowers for somewhat extensive decoration, they bring with them at least a basket and generally also their fourth best pair of scissors. Winsome had neither. But he was not in a mood for careful inductions. The morning lights sprayed upon them as they went hither and thither gathering flowers--dew-drenched hyacinths, elastic wire- strung bluebells the colour of the sky when the dry east wind blows, the first great red bushes of the ling. Now it is a known fact that, in order properly to gather flowers, the collectors must divide and so quarter the ground. "But this was not a scientific expedition," said Ralph, when the folly of their mode of proceeding was pointed out to him. It was manifestly impossible that they could gather flowers walking with the palm of Ralph's left hand laid on the inside of Winsome's left arm. The thing cannot be done. At least so Ralph admitted afterwards. "No," said Ralph, "but you made me promise to keep my shoulders back, and I am trying to to do it now." And his manner of assisting Winsome to gather her flowers for her wedding bouquet was, when you come to think of it, admirably adapted for keeping the shoulders back. "Meg waked me this morning," said Winsome suddenly. "She did, did she?" remarked Ralph ineffectively, with a quick envy of Meg. Then it occurred to him that he had no need to envy Meg. And Winsome blushed for no reason at all. Then she became suddenly practical, as the protective instinct teaches women to be on these occasions. "You have not seen your study," she said. "No," said Ralph, "but I have heard enough about it. It has occupied sixteen pages in the last three letters."