e stage to be served together.

It was quite late when they were through and camped for supper.
Remembering their trip of a few weeks previous, that now seemed so
long ago, Adam said, "Are you too tired to sing, dear? It is so long
since I have heard you."

She stood up and thought for a moment, and then putting back her
loosened hair began with Bourdillon's "The night has a thousand eyes,"
and sang on and on. At last, turning to Adam with a little fond
gesture, and altering the words slightly, she sang:

"Like a laverlock in the lift, sing, O bonny bride!
All the world was Adam once, with Eve by his side.
What's the world, my lad, my love? What can it do?
I am thine, and thou art mine; life is sweet and new.
If the world have missed the mark, let it stand by,
For we two have gotten leave, and once more we'll try."

"'Once more,'" Adam repeated. "Once more, my darling! Oh, life is
sweet and new for us; we can afford to lose the world! When will you
come to me, love, when?"

She shook her head with a little wilful laugh, and all the glistening
glory of her hair fell about her like a wedding veil.

"Wait," she said; "wait a little. The flax is not nearly ready for
spinning yet; can a bride forget her attire? Besides, how can we be--"
she paused, and let her silence fill the gap, "when I know we neither
of us know any ceremony more dignified than hopping over a
broomstick?"

They started homeward, walking slowly through the dimly lighted
mountain gorges, talking the ineffable nonsense that lovers never
weary of. As they came to a brook that rushed noisily down the ravine,
Adam stepped across, and held out his hand to her.

"Wait a moment," he said, "just where you are, dear, and say this with
me:--

"'Over running water: my love I give to you, my life I pledge to you,
my heart I take not back from you while this water runs.

"'Over running water: every seventh year, at this time of the year, at
this hour of the night, I will meet you here to renew my troth; death
alone to relieve me of this vow.'"

"Is that all?" she asked wonderingly. "Over running water, while this
water runs, while there is any snow in the mountains, or rivers upon
land, or waters in the seas, or clouds in the skies, when the world is
old, and the sun burned out, and time grows weary, I shall love you
still, always and forever. What is it all about, love?" He clasped her
close, and did not answer at once. "Don't yo