ten o'clock
Forgetting the hoary frost that the years had laid upon her hair , she walked , hand in hand with them , through the clover fields which lay fair before them and by the silvered reaches of the River of Dreams . Into their love came something sweet that they had not found before -- the absolute need of sharing life together , whether it should be joy or pain . Unknowingly , they rose to that height which makes sacrifice the soul 's dearest offering , as the chrysalis , brown and unbeautiful , gives the radiant creature within to the light and freedom of day . When the whistle sounded for the ten o'clock train , Ruth said it was late and they must go . Miss Ainslie went to the gate with them , her lavender scented gown rustling softly as she walked , and the moonlight making new beauty of the amethysts and pearls entwined in her hair . Ruth , aglow with happiness , put her arms around Miss Ainslie 's neck and kissed her tenderly . `` May I , too ? ''