"I don't know," said Ruth, in a low tone; "you haven't asked me to marry

you."

"Do you want me to?"

"It's time, isn't it?"

Winfield bent over and whispered to her.

"I must think about it," said Ruth, very gravely, "it's so sudden."

"Oh, you sweet girl," he laughed, "aren't you going to give me any

encouragement?"

"You've had some."

"I want another," he answered, purposely misunderstanding her, "and

besides, it's dark now."

The sweet-scented twilight still lingered on the hillside, and a star or

two gleamed through the open spaces above. A moment later, Ruth, in her

turn, whispered to him. It was only a word or two, but the bright-eyed

robins who were peeping at them from the maple branches must have

observed that it was highly satisfactory.




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