Next morning, in pursuance of these thoughts, she had out her pen and paper, and started afresh upon “ The Oak Tree ,” for to have ink and paper in plenty when one has made do with berries and margins is a delight not to be conceived. Thus she was now striking out a phrase in the depths of despair, now in the heights of ecstasy writing one in, when a shadow darkened the page. She hastily hid her manuscript.