Miranda (Romance Classic). Grace Livingston Hill

dreamed out things he might have done, until as the years passed and he did not come, her dreaming became a thing almost without a foundation, a foolish amusement of which she was fond, but ashamed, and only to be indulged in when all the world was asleep and no one could possibly know.

      It was so Miranda watched for the light in the gable window across the way, and when it did not come she knew Nathan had crept to his bed without a candle. She went by and by to her bed, and dreamed that Allan came and kissed her just as he had done so long ago when she was but a little girl.