Daniel started, looking around at her, but her face was averted. He only saw her charming profile against the beauty of the foliage behind her. Something in it—something tender and sympathetic—reached him. He drew a long breath.
“Virginia, you can’t mean——”
She said nothing, but she lifted her eyes a little shyly to his face, and this time Daniel could not resist the look.
“You can’t mean that you’d marry me!” he cried, and then softly, with infinite tenderness: “Will you, Virginia?”
“Yes, Dan,” she answered, smiling.
Her smile seemed to change his whole world for him, and to fill it with an ineffable tenderness and light. It was no longer the sweet whistling of a robin that he heard, but the music of the spheres. The very ground was carpeted with stars—with tiny stars that ran like little flames all the way to Virginia’s feet, for—like the humble things of earth—Daniel had found his bit of heaven there.
THE END
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.