Lauriesmiled，tookit，putitinhisvestpocket`tokeepitfromblowingaway’，andlistenedwithinteresttothelivelyletterAmyreadhim。
\"ThiswillbearegularlymerryChristmastome，withpresentsinthemorning，youandlettersintheafternoon，andapartyatnight，\"saidAmy，astheyalightedamongtheruinsoftheoldfort，andaflockofsplendidpeacockscametroopingaboutthem，tamelywaitingtobefed。WhileAmystoodlaughingonthebankabovehimasshescatteredcrumbstothebrilliantbirds，Laurielookedatherasshehadlookedathim，withanaturalcuriositytoseewhatchangestimeandabsencehadwrought。Hefoundnothingtoperplexordisappoint，muchtoadmireandapprove，foroverlookingafewlittleaffectationsofspeechandmanner，shewasassprightlyandgracefulasever，withtheadditionofthatindescribablesomethingindressandbearingwhichwecallelegance。Alwaysmatureforherage，shehadgainedacertainaplombinbothcarriageandconversation，whichmadeherseemmoreofawomanoftheworldthanshewas，butheroldpetulancenowandthenshoweditself，herstrongwillstillhelditsown，andhernativefranknesswasunspoiledbyforeignpolish。
Lauriedidnotreadallthiswhilehewatchedherfeedthepeacocks，buthesawenoughtosatisfyandinteresthim，andcarriedawayaprettylittlepictureofabright—facedgirlstandinginthesunshine，whichbroughtoutthesofthueofherdress，thefreshcolorofhercheeks，thegoldenglossofherhair，andmadeheraprominentfigureinthepleasantscene。
Astheycameupontothestoneplateauthatcrownsthehill，Amywavedherhandasifwelcominghimtoherfavoritehaunt，andsaid，pointinghereandthere，\"DoyouremembertheCathedralandtheCorso，thefishermendraggingtheirnetsinthebay，andthelovelyroadtoVillaFranca，Schubert’sTower，justbelow，andbestofall，thatspeckfarouttoseawhichtheysayilsCorsica？\"
\"Iremember。It’snotmuchchanged，\"heansweredwithoutenthusiasm。