"That's all!"
"We would have been on the train to-night, Cherry, flying toward New Orleans!"
Her small hand gripped his in the darkness.
"If we only were!" he heard her breathe.
He turned to her, so exquisite in her distress. Her breast was rising and falling quickly.
"Patience, sweetheart!" he said. "Patience for only a few days more! To-morrow I'll make the arrangements. Sunday is only two days off."
"Sunday will be day after day after to-morrow," she said whimsically.
"Is Sunday the best day?" he questioned, thoughtfully.
"Oh, much the best!" Cherry said, her whole face glowing suddenly. "You see, it's already arranged that I come in to the Olivers' Saturday night, and help them get ready for their tea on Sunday. Alix is to stay in the valley, and play the organ Sunday morning, and come in with Martin at ten."
"I suppose I'll have to come when they do!" he mused.