morning vision of her, stood too.

David found that longing to take her in his arms overcoming him again. He
had made strict account with himself and was resolved to be careful and
not frighten her. He must be sure it would not be unpleasant to her before
he let her know his great deep love. He must be careful. He must not take
advantage of the fact that she was his and could not run away from him. If
she dreaded his attentions, neither could she any more say no.

And so their two looks met, and longed to come closer, but were held back,
and a lovely shyness crept over Marcia's sweet face. Then David bethought
himself of his bandbox.

He took up the box and untied it with unaccustomed fingers, fumbling among
the tissue paper for the handle end of the thing. Where did they take hold
of bonnets anyway? He had no trouble with it the night before, but then he
was not thinking about it. Now he was half afraid she might not like it.
He remembered that Hannah Heath had pronounced against it. It suddenly
seemed impossible that he should have bought a bonnet that a pretty woman
had said was not right. There must be something wrong with it after all.

Marcia stood wondering.

"I thought maybe this would do instead of the sunbonnet," he said at last,
getting out the bonnet by one string and holding it dangling before him.

Marcia caught it with deft careful hands and an exclamation of delight. He
watched her anxiously. It had all the requisite number of materials,--one,
two, three, four,--like the despised bonnet he threw on the floor--straw,
silk, lace and flowers. Would she like it? Her face showed that she did.
Her cheeks flushed with pleasure, and her eyes danced with joy. Marcia's
face always showed it when she liked anything. There was nothing half-way
about her.

"Oh, it is beautiful!" she said delightedly. "It is so sweet and white and
cool with that green vine. Oh, I am glad, glad, glad! I shall never wear
that old blue bonnet again." She went over to the glass and put it on. The
soft ruching settled about her brown hair, and made a lovely setting for
her face. The green vine twined and peeped in and out under the round brim
and the ribbon sat in a prim bow beneath her pretty chin.

She gave one comprehensive glance at herself in the glass and then turned
to David. In that glance was revealed to her just how much she had dreaded
wearing her pink sunbonnet, and just how relieved she was to have a
substitute.

Her