“But what?” he asked.

“I am glad that—that——”

“Yes?”

“That Father Doherty is a priest.”

She laughed with gladness as he stooped to kiss her; and when they resumed their way, she asked, “When will he arrive?”

“Tomorrow, I think.”

“So soon?”

“No—so long!” he corrected smilingly.

“And we shall have a winter honeymoon at North Star?”