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"Oh, goodness!" exclaimed Chris. "Yes, long ago. We must fly. Say
good-bye to Cinders. You will come and see him again soon, won't you?
Come just as often as you can."
At the door she paused a moment, slipped a warm hand into his, and for
the first time shyly broke her silence upon the subject of her
approaching marriage.
"I'm so glad you are coming to live with us when we are married," she
said. "I shall never feel lonely with you there."
"You would not be lonely without me," he made quick response. "You will
have always your husband."
She caught her breath, and then laughed. "To be sure. I hadn't thought of
that. But Trevor is always busy, and he is going to write a book too."
She looked at him with sudden mischief in her eyes. "Yes, I am very glad
you are coming," she said again. "When he doesn't want you with him you
can come and play with me. And when it's summer"--her eyes fairly
danced--"we'll go for picnics, Bertie, lots of picnics. You'll like that,
_preux chevalier_?"
He smiled back upon her; who could have helped it? But he stifled a sigh
as he smiled.


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