"Gulliver's Travels."
"Do you believe that true?"
"Of course I do."
Dorothy clapped her hands and laughed heartily.
"You ought to be a good Christian, Gilbert."
"Why, lass?"
"For great is your faith. But—hark!—is not that the old clock in the kitchen clapping seven? We must not stand here gossipping any longer, or father will be after us to hurry our motions. Mother has the supper ready by this time. If you are not hungry, I am. I have not yet found out the way to live upon love."
"Oh, Dolly!" sighed the young man.
Dorothy, already out of hearing, had vanished into the old-fashioned house at the bottom of the hill.