eyes which made her fear he would go further, she hastily gave her consent: "If you come out to church to-morrow I'll permit you to walk home with me—after Sabbath School. That'll be your reward for listening to father's sermon. Now, for the first time in my life, I feel that I have really done something for the heathen."
Laughing, she ran up the steps of the trellised porch, turning a moment to say good night, framed in an arch of June green vines. Head bared, he gazed at that picture, and found it the fairest his eyes had ever looked upon. There was now in his mind no question, no doubt; he knew.
"Good night, Janet," he said softly. "Until to-morrow, and that will be—a year." He had laughed at silly, lovesick chaps who said things like that; but now, before he knew what he was saying, he had uttered it with all the sincerity of his soul.
