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He caught a small white hand that held together the heavy coat, and

kissed it in a kind of frenzy, while Lena, rigid with desire to be quite

sure what this signified, peered stolidly at him from over the big

collar. She was too wise in her generation to leap to conclusions about

the ultimate meaning of Dick's passion. She would not unbottle any

emotion until she knew.

"Lena, if you could see how I love you, you'd trust me, I think, even

with yourself. If you will be my wife--"

Something in Lena seemed to break, and she gave a gasp of relief and

gratitude that was almost prayer and approached love. Then she buried

her face in her hands and sobbed aloud, as Dick put both arms around her

and drew her head to his shoulder.

"Lena, can you--do you love me a little?" he whispered, as if in awe.

"Oh, Mr. Percival," said Lena, "I do! How could I help it? But I could

not dream of your loving poor little insignificant me."

"And how could I help it?" he said, mocking her. "Little, you may be,

but this part is bigger than the whole world. You belong to me now, and

I won't have you depreciate yourself."

"Oh, Mr. Percival, is it true?"

"Suppose you say 'Dick', and thank God that it is."

"Dick, Dick, Dick--it is," said Lena very softly, and she frankly put

her arms around his neck, and her soft lips to his cold cheek, so that

he lost himself in an ecstasy of delight and wonder.

So they sat in the doubtful shadow of a leafless maple, on a hard park

bench, on a chilly November night, and though Dick was half frozen they

were both more than happy. And they talked, in lovers' fashion, over the

great fact, and how it all happened.

The mellow chimes of the city hall began to strike twelve--a most

persistent hour, and Lena started into consciousness.

"Dick, I must go home," she said. "None of those girls, the nice girls,

Miss Elton or any one like that, would do such an improper thing, would

they?"

"I should think not," said Dick. "I wouldn't ask them to."

"And I wouldn't allow them," laughed Lena. "Now come, like a dear boy,

and walk home with me."

"There are so many more things that I want to say," remonstrated Dick.

"Stop a moment under this light and let me see your eyes, Lena. You'll

have to look up. I want to talk plain business to you. First, you'll

give up this reporting folly, won't you?"

"To-morrow," said Lena joyously.

"What an admirably obedient wife you are going to make! But I'm glad you

hate it. If ever you feel a mad desire to take it up again, we'll go

into the library together and write up Godey's Lady's Book. I want

your life to be sweet and sheltered and filled with good things now."

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