The sound of the brush striking sharply and with metallic distinctness on a dustpan came from the room beyond.
“Perhaps we had better go on the terrace,” he laughed. “Really, you know, we ought to have moonlight and mystery, but——”
Together they went out through the open door into the fresh, soft morning air. The warm scent of the garden blew up to them. A large, yellow butterfly fluttered peacefully by. The dew still lay on leaf and flower, glittering in a thousand sparkles.
“The night is the time for romance,” he said. “Any well managed proposal should be made under the stars.”
“But the morning, such a morning,” she exclaimed, softly, and clasping her hands in ecstasy. “And as this is going to be a beginning for me, I like the morning better.”
THE MIRACLE OF DAWN
By Madison Cawein
What it would mean for you and me
If dawn should come no more!