"It seems like a dream," she cried, her eyes, bright, her hair blowing in the wind.
"And, Peggy, do you know what I tucked away in a chest down in my cabin? A lot of books that you like—some from the old garret. I've saved them to read on rainy days."
Peggy did not speak, but the blood began to creep into her face and she looked wistfully across the water. Then she smiled.
"I didn't know you could save anything," she said, weakly.
"Come now, Peggy, that is too much."
"I didn't mean to hurt you. But you must not forget, Monty, that there are other years to follow this one. Do you know what I mean?"
"Peggy, dear, please don't lecture me," he begged, so piteously that she could not be serious.
"The class is dismissed for to-day, Monty," she said, airily. "But the professor knows his duty and won't let you off so easily next time."
