"Are our happy days of childhood indeed thus forgotten ?" he continued, gently.

"Go with me, dear Mary; let us in fancy transport ourselves at least for one hour back to those happy years of early life which will not come again." The thoughts, the hopes, the joys of her childhood flashed with sudden power through the heart of Mary as he spoke, and she resisted them not.
"Forgive me, Herbert," she said, hastily rising to prepare; "I have become a strange and wayward being the last few months; you must bear with me, for the sake of former days." Playfully he granted the desired forgiveness, and they departed on their walk.

For some little time they walked in silence.

Before they were aware of it, a gentle ascent conducted them to a spot, not only lovely in its own richness, but in the extensive view that stretched beneath them.

The wide ocean lay slumbering at their feet; the brilliant rays of the sun, which it reflected as a mirror, appeared to lull it to rest, the very waves broke softly on the shore.