"I, too, treasured them," she said. "And I hated myself for doing it."
"Virginia, will you marry me?"
"Yes."
"To-morrow?"
"Yes, dear, to-morrow." Faintly, "I have no one but you—now."
Once more he drew her to him, and she gloried in his strength.
"God help me to cherish you, dear," he said, "and guard you well."
She drew away from him, gently, and turned toward the window.
"See, Stephen," she cried, "the sun has come out at last."
For a while they were silent, looking out; the drops glistened on blade and leaf, and the joyous new green of the earth entered into their hearts.