'As she stood up to go she looked out at the stretch of garden behind the cottage. The newly turned earth was studded with green plants, against the spring sky a plum tree stood up hoary with blossom. Irene's mother looked at the tree and her blue eyes took on a deeper colour.
'It's a wonder, isn't it?' she said. 'When I go up the garden to shake it, so as the blossom shall set, I could fair worship it.' Elizabeth Cambridge Hostages to fortune