"Fiddlesticks! Engagement is not marriage. It was your father's first wish, remember, that I should marry you."
"My father has told me his wish. I am engaged."
"Can you read this?" persisted the man, drawing from his pocketbook a copy of the scrolls Herrick had written. "This is what your father wrote. Can you read it?"
Nancy looked at the paper curiously.
"Did my father write this for you?" she asked.
"Yes, he wrote it for me last year, the day when we brought you home from my sister's house. He told me these characters had a meaning for me if I could understand them."
"They have a meaning," the girl admitted.
"What meaning?"
"You are the sun," she said.
"Of course; but who is the moon?" he demanded.