In an incredible space of time the little trunk was packed by Lucy’s nimble hands; then it was time to retire, and for the second time in her young life Jess was unable to sleep.
For hours she thought of the wonderful thing that had happened—Mr. Moore had asked her to be his wife, and she had said “Yes,” and to-morrow morning he would tell her what his plans were regarding it.
When she did fall asleep, she dreamed of her hero as she always had done every night since she had been beneath that roof, and, strange to say, she dreamed that Mr. Moore had kissed her—a thing he had not ventured to do, in reality—and the girl was quite sorry to awaken at last and find that the bliss of the kiss she had felt upon her lips was only the vagary of an idle dream, and the impulsive child wished that the sweet dream had been a reality.
CHAPTER XXVI.
LOVE.
“From whence does he come, and whither he goes,
There is not a mortal in all the world knows.
He comes in a smile, and goes in a kiss,
He dies in the birth of a maiden’s bliss;
He wakes in a tear, he lives in a sigh,
He lingers in hope, refusing to die.