She was sobbing like a child that has been hurt.
He bent towards her, looking closely, closely into her quivering face.
"So," he said, "it was a lie, was it?
But, my own girl, how was I to know?
Why on earth didn't you say so before ?" She broke into a laugh that had in it the sound of tears.
"How could I?
You never asked.

How could I ?" "Shall I ask you now ?" he said.
She stretched up her arms and clasped his neck.
"No," she whispered back.

"Take me--take everything--for granted.

It's the only way, if you want to turn a heartless little flirt like me into--into a virtuous and amiable wife!" And so, clinging to him, her lips met his in the first kiss that had ever passed between them.
Those Who Wait[1] A faint draught from the hills found its way through the wide-flung door as the sun went down.

It fluttered the papers on the table, and stirred a cartoon upon the wall with a dry rustling as of wind in corn.
The man who sat at the table turned his face as it were mechanically towards that blessed breath from the snows.