and arched above snow that shone like splintered crystals. It was the weather to call out May's radiance, and she burned like a young maple in the frost. Archer was proud of the glances turned on her, and the simple joy of possessorship cleared away his underlying perplexities.
\"It's so delicious—waking every morning to smell lilies-of-the-valley in one's room!\" she said.
\"Yesterday they came late. I hadn't time in the morning—\"
and arched above snow that shone like splintered crystals. It was the weather to call out May's radiance, and she burned like a young maple in the frost. Archer was proud of the glances turned on her, and the simple joy of possessorship cleared away his underlying perplexities.
\"It's so delicious—waking every morning to smell lilies-of-the-valley in one's room!\" she said.
\"Yesterday they came late. I hadn't time in the morning—\"
