"What is it, child?"
"Nothing. Past days are often sad to look back to."
"Do you know that you have changed--wonderfully changed?"
"From my wildness? Yes, I think I have been tamed."
"And what has tamed you?"
"Oh,"--there was a slight pause--"nothing but my own good sense."
"And now please tell me why you call me Mr. St. John. You have been doing it all the week."
The tears vanished, and a slight smile parted the pretty lips.
"You are Mr. St. John now."
"Not to you, I should have thought."