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Night and day there rung in Olive's heart the last words of Harold's letter, "I shall come home! " Simple they were; but they seemed so strangely joyful -- so full of hope. She could not tell why, but thinking of him now, her whole world seemed to change. He was coming back! With him came spring and sunshine, youth and hope!
It was yet early in the year. The little crocuses peeped out -- the violets purpled the banks. Now and then came soft west winds, sighing sweetness over the earth. Not a breeze passed her by -- not a flower sprang in her sight -- not one sunny day dawned to ripen the growing year, but Olive's heart leaped within her; for she said, "He will come with the spring -- he will come with the spring!"