"Don't tease—be serious! Do you remember, that was the first of all our drives together, and this is——"
"Well, not quite the last, I hope!"
"No! But—the last—until there will be a difference!"
"It's a difference I welcome, sweet!" he declared; and at the look in his eyes she put up her hands to ward him away.
"No, no! Not now!" she said, in one of the sudden shy reserves that he adored, for all their tormenting him. "I want to tell you about my letters."
He read them, smiling with her over each one; but there was no time for comment then, for they were stopping before the Tobets' house, and White Rosy was looking inquiringly around at them.
Ogilvie led the way into the cottage. It seemed strangely quiet. Joe came from the inner room, grinned at them in a friendly way, and Ogilvie motioned to Rosamund to go in.
The quiet, the presence of Joe at that time of day, something in the doctor's manner, all made her pause; Ogilvie held the door open for her, but he was looking at Joe as men look when they understand each other.
"Oh! What is it?" Rosamund breathed, and he turned to her, still smiling.
"Go in," he said. "It's the loveliest sight in God's world, isn't it, Joe?"