The darkness was dense, but the road lay like a gray-white band. They walked on either side of the wheel tracks, and then narrow spirit of the gravel piles. The wind played a jättesyrsa in the bare birches.
-What took you so long? Atticus asked. In meetinghouse? You did a good while after all the others.
-I was looking for Gusten, it came slowly. And it was so dark.
And so it was Evelin.
-There was a lot at once. Come, we’ll sit on the bench. You see, I had thought that we’d stay here. It’s our garden! And I thought you would be happy about it. I’ve been thinking about it long, you see. But I said nothing, for I am going to surprise. It’s fun to surprise. In the end I might have written, anyway. But your letters have been so strange. Ever since last spring. I did not really know where I had you.