"A hat?" Cherry asked, with uplifted, silky lashes giving a childish look to her blue eyes.
Peter, tightening his fingers on hers, gave a great, joyous laugh of utter surprise and adoration, as, leaning toward her, he caught her bashful murmur.
"You need that?" he whispered.
"Well--MOST" she answered, seriously.
"Do you realize," he asked, "that you are the most delicious child that ever lived?"
"No, I don't know that," she said, drooping her head, suddenly self-conscious.
"Do you realize that by this time tomorrow we shall be out at sea," he added, "leaning on the rail--watching the Pacific race by--and belonging to each other forever and ever?"
The picture flooded her face with happy colour. "It's tomorrow at last!" she said, wonderingly, as they walked slowly toward the house. "I thought it would never be. It's only a few hours more now."
"How will you feel when it's TO-DAY?" he asked.
"Oh, Peter, I shall be so glad when it's all over, and when the letters are written, and when we've been together for a year," she answered, fervently. "I know it will be all as we have planned, but--but if it were over!"