ut I knew she loved him."

"There is no need now of walking so fast," she playfully remarked, and
he checked his haste. "No, for I am not walking toward you, but with
you. I left time back yonder where I met you and after this there can't
be any time, just a rising and a setting of the sun with time in a sweet
dream between."

"Jim, I ought to tell you something about my married life; and when I
have told you the truth, you may not hold me so blameless."

"Mary, I don't date you back beyond the time when you drove up to the
gate. I don't want to know anything about your past. It didn't include
me."

"Your faith is simple and beautiful now, Jim, but may there not come a
time when it will begin to inquire--when perhaps I might fret you?
Weariness is a close critic, Jim."

"You may teach me many things, Mary, but not to find fault. Look back to
your home in the town and think of what you are giving up for me--for a
life of toil among the hills."

She took hold of his arm and drew him close to her. "I am giving up cold
glitter for warm glow."

They turned aside to sit in the cool shade at the water-fall, and there
they found Tom and Lou, dreaming with their heads together. High above
there had been a heavy rain and the falls were pouring with such a roar
that there was no talk; but the four of them sat there on a great rock,
gazing at the rainbow hanging above the yellowish water. But when they
withdrew to a cove where it was quiet, Tom told Jim that he had put a
boy on a horse and sent him after a marriage license.

"When we come to think," said Mrs. Mayfield, "it is all very hasty. It
might look better to wait."

"That's what I wanted to say," Lou replied. "I always thought that folks
had to make up some new clothes when they were married--or befo'. But
here I am with hardly any clothes at all."

"You can make clothes afterward just as well as before," said Tom. "I
feel that as long as I'm not married I belong to the Governor--I mean my
father," he explained to Lou; "but as soon as I am married I'll be my
own--well, I might say my own boss." Archly Lou looked at him and he
added: "Unless you are to be my boss. And you can, I tell you that."

"I have devised a charming plan," said Mrs. Mayfield. "We'll all be
married up there on the top of the hill among the vines. Won't that be
romantic? No church, no hot house flowers, but blossoms still alive,
with humming birds sipping their honey. We'll make of it a marri