“I am your debtor, sir,” said she.
“Ay, and I wait the payment, love!”
She flushed, then laughed back, as she sped
From stepping-stone to stepping-stone:
“Give me three days of grace,” she said.
He cleared the streamlet at a bound,
And whispered, gazing on her face,
“The favor is not mine to grant,
For all your days are Days of Grace!”
Sarah J. Burke.