“Come, and I will tell you on the way. I was going to pray that you would be my wife, all my very own, forever. Do you love me well enough to marry me within a month? I could not stand to have you leave me now. My darling, I loved you the first time I ever saw your sweet face. Dear, you are different from others, so fair and light. You are all love and sunshine. Most girls I know are dark and all alike, you are different. Have I the power to make you happy, dear? Will you marry me soon? I want to own you as quickly as possible. Answer me please?”
“Doctor, I love you dearly. It is so strange I loved you too the first time I ever saw you. I have been afraid some one would guess my secret. For fear some one would read my very heart I was going to pack up and leave for my home in Southern Egypt. My poor old parents live in Pibeseth, an old city of Bastel. My folks live a few miles from the city on a dear, lovely little farm, all fenced in. My mother is small and dark, and was, when a girl, very beautiful. My mother was a beautiful dark Indian princess. My father was a tall, light complexioned, Egyptian king. I look like my father.”
“Yes, dear, but you haven’t given me my answer yet?”
“Doctor, we will be married as soon as you say. So I will do all in my power to make you happy.”
As they stepped inside of the church, he held her passionately to his heart. As they walked to the altar he kissed her a thousand times at least. They both bowed their heads in silent prayer and gratitude for such perfect love and happiness. In looking up they saw Hope (Kezia’s lovely angel), holding out her little white arms, blessing them.
“Now, dear Kezia, do you see why we brought you here? God has made you for each other. You are both one. After death you will meet again never to be parted.”
The Doctor took off a beautiful ring from his little finger and gave it to the Princess.
“Sweetheart, this ring my mother gave me when I graduated at Delhi. You may call it your engagement ring, if you will?”
Hope kissed the ring and kissed her brow as the Doctor placed it on her finger.
“O! what joy, what heaven, to be kissed by an angel like Hope; and to be always loved by such a gentleman as the Doctor. Hope, dear, your sweet lips feel just like a real mortal. Why not?”