5It was in a little woodland glen, with a streamlet tumbling through it. She sat with her back to a snowy birch-tree, gazing into the eddies of a pool below; and he lay beside her, upon the soft, mossy ground, reading out of a book of poems. Images of joy were passing before them; and there came four lines with a picture- "Hard by, a cottage-chimney smokes, From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savory dinner set." "Ah " said she. "I always loved that. Let us be Corydon and Thyrsis " He smiled. "They were both of them men," he said. "Let us change it," she responded-"just between ourselves " "Very well-Corydon " said he. Then, after a moment's thought, she added, "But we didn't have the cottage." "No," said he-"nor even the dinner "