Nell looks with keen eyes; then she blushes, and laughs softly.
"Drake, it's Dick and Lettie Angel!" she says, in a whisper, as if they
could hear her.
But she need not be afraid; the two young people who are seated on the
spot sacred to Nell and Drake's love, have no ears nor eyes for any but
themselves. The girl's face is downcast and blushing, and Dick's is
upturned to hers. He has got hold of her hand; he is pleading as--well,
as a certain Drake Vernon once pleaded to a certain Nell Lorton.
Nell and Drake exchange glances full of tenderness, full of sympathy.
"Ourselves over again, dearest!" he says, in a low and loving voice.
"Put her round; we won't disturb them. God bless them, and send them
happiness like unto ours!"
And "Amen!" whispers Nell, her eyes full of tears.