They went back out of the wind. Here had stood the block-house and yonder the magazine. Here was a grass-grown pit, and there—
Their hearts stood still, for something had risen before them. A deer had sprung out of the earth. Then another. The horns of the buck gleamed as he passed the ruins with a bound. The doe melted into the moonlight.
“What a lovely sight!”
“Honeymoon couple,” said Marvin unsteadily.
She paused on the brink of the deep hollow, and then fluttered down into it. At the bottom the grass was still warm.
“Come on down! There isn’t a bit of wind.”
He obeyed her, and spread a blanket for her. “Now tell me you’ll marry me.”
“No.”
“Jean, do you love me?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t tell you so here.”