“Yes, all for you,” smiled May.
“My sweetheart!” said John, and he bent down and kissed her. “Now, will you give me your answer—the answer I asked in my letter—is yours the love that can not change?”
She did not speak; she looked at him for a moment, and then nestled her sweet face against his breast.
“Tell me, my dear one,” urged John; “will there be no change in your love?”
Again May looked up, and this time her rosy lips parted.
“Mine is a love that can not change, John,” she murmured below her breath.
“Be it so, then,” said John Temple, almost solemnly, and he looked up to the blue sky as he spoke, and made an inward vow. “Neither will my love change,” he said aloud the next moment; “for weal or woe then, May, our future will be together.”
They did not speak for a short while after this. John drew May closer to his breast, and she leaned there at rest and happy. A great content seemed to overflow her being. She was with John. John had just said they should never part.
Presently John broke the sweet silence that seemed like heaven to the girl’s heart.
“It will not be all smooth sailing, you know, May,” he said.