[Illustration: Senhouse came back to her bedside and put a little flower
into her hand]
"The loveliest thing in all the world to me," he said, "is a beautiful
thing bent in humility, stooping to serve. I shall see you teaching your
children. They will be at your knees, on your knees; you will kiss them,
and I shall go mad with joy. Flowers and you! Yes, we'll have our school.
We'll teach people the beauty of their own business by means of the most
beautiful things. Flowers and you!"
They talked long and late, walking down the valley to the farmstead for
bread. On this, with milk and fruit, they supped after Sanchia had bathed,
and clad herself in one of his Moorish robes. Hooded and folded in this
she sat at meat, and Senhouse, filled with the Holy Ghost, discoursed at
large. The past they took for granted; the present was but a golden frame
for the throbbing blue of the days to come.
* * * * *
Very early on the morning after the night when, as has been foretold, she
was made a wife under the stars, Senhouse came back to her bedside and put
a little flower into her hand. It woke her out of her dreams; glozed and
dewy from them she looked at it, and smiled at him through it.
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