"How light it is—and so late!" she murmured absently.
"Come back to our porch."
There for the first time in its green life my vine came into its natural right of screening lovers. In its shade my love cast down her eyes, but intrepidly lifted her lips. Miss Caroline was still where she should have remained in the first place.
"I am very happy, Little Miss!"
"You shall be still happier, Calvin Blake. I haven't waited this long without knowing—"
"Nor I! I know, too."
"I hope Jim will be glad," she suggested.
"He'll be delighted, and vastly relieved. It has puzzled him fearfully of late to see you living away from me."
We sat down, for there seemed much to say.
"I believed more than you did, with all your game," she taunted me.