And she, buried among her dry-as-dust school-books and classic lore--how she looked forward to the weekly day of grace no words of mine can tell.
But with the first bright days of April came a change.

He was going back to England, he told her, one Saturday afternoon, as they sat, lover-like, side by side, in the prim salon.

She gave a low cry at the words, and looked at him with wild, wide eyes.
"Going to England! Going to leave me!" "My dearest, it is for your sake I go, and I will be gone but a little while.

The end of next October our long year of waiting ends, and before the Christmas snow flies, my darling must be all my own.

It is to prepare for our marriage I go." She hid her glowing face on his shoulder.
"I would make Kingsland Court a very Paradise, if I could, for my bright little queen.