I 've never been able to put up a decent mess of mustard pickles since you went away , and you were always such a hand with them ! We 'll be real snug and cozy again -- you and me and little Camilla Barbara Jane . '' V . THE DREAM-CHILD A man 's heart -- aye , and a woman 's , too -- should be light in the spring . The spirit of resurrection is abroad , calling the life of the world out of its wintry grave , knocking with radiant fingers at the gates of its tomb . It stirs in human hearts , and makes them glad with the old primal gladness they felt in childhood . It quickens human souls , and brings them , if so they will , so close to God that they may clasp hands with Him . It is a time of wonder and renewed life , and a great outward and inward rapture , as of a young angel softly clapping his hands for creation 's joy . At least , so it should be ; and so it always had been with me until the spring when the dream-child first came into our lives . That year I hated the spring -- I , who had always loved it so . As boy I had loved it , and as man . All the happiness that had ever been mine , and it was much , had come to blossom in the springtime . It was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other , or , at least , had first come into the full knowledge that we loved . I think that we must have loved each other all our lives , and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love , not to be understood until , in the fullness of time , the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs . How beautiful it was ! And how beautiful she was ! I suppose every lover thinks that of his lass ; otherwise he is a poor sort of lover . But it was not only my eyes of love that made my dear lovely . She was slim and lithe as a young , white-stemmed birch tree ; her hair was like a soft , dusky cloud ; and her eyes were as blue as Avonlea harbor on a fair twilight , when all the sky is abloom over it . She had dark lashes , and a little red mouth that quivered when she was very sad or very happy , or when she loved very much -- quivered like a crimson rose too rudely shaken by the wind .
XXXXX such times what was a man to do save kiss it ?
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