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Sometimes Pat would escape from it all to her fields and woods, at peace in their white loveliness. It carried her through many hard hours to remember that in ten minutes she could, if she must, be in that meadow solitude of her Secret Field, far from babble and confusion. There were yet wonderful ethereal dawns which she and Rae shared together. there were yet full moons rising behind snowy hills. rose tints over sunset dells. slender birches and shadowy nooks. winds calling to each other at night. apple-green "dims". starry quietudes that soothed your pain. April buds in happiness. "Thank God, April still comes to the world". and Silver Bush to be loved and protected and cherished.
And with the spring Joe came home, to be married at last; after every one had concluded, so Mrs. Binnie said, that poor Enid Sutton was never going to get him.