But though his eyes looked blandly into mine, I couldn't tell whether this was news to Li Ho or not....
Well, that's the story. I've written it down while it's fresh, sparing comment. Desire sang as we crossed the Inlet; little, low snatches of song with a hint of freedom in them. She had made her choice and it is never her way to look back. The old "Tillicum" rattled and chugged and the damp crept in around our feet. But the water was a path of gold and the sky a bowl of silver—and as an example of present day elopements it had certainly been fairly exciting.
Yours, Benis.
CHAPTER XIII
Desire Spence bent earnestly over the writing pad which lay open upon her knee.
"Mrs. Benis Hamilton Spence," she wrote. And then:
"Mrs. B. Hamilton Spence."
And then:
"Mrs. Benis H. Spence."