"I wanted to be cross with you a little longer," she said almost tearfully. "But I can't. I wonder why I can't. I cried all night at the thought of never seeing you again. I wonder why I cried. I guess—it's because—for the first time—I'm really—in love."
"Cynthia!"
"Oh, Dick—don't let me change my mind again—ever—ever!"
"Only over my dead body!"
With one accord they turned and looked at that quaint southern chauffeur plodding along through the dust and the sunshine. It did not seem to either of them that there was any danger of his looking back.
And, happily, he didn't.
THE END