But on the bridge she rested awhile, leaning against the railing as she had often leant with him, and thinking of all that had passed since that July day on which she had first met him.

On no spot had he so often told her of his love as on this, and nowhere had she so eagerly sworn to him that she would be his own dutiful loving wife.
"And by God's help so I will," she said to herself, as she walked firmly up to the house.

"He has gone, mamma," she said, as she entered the breakfast-room.

"And now we'll go back to our work-a-day ways; it has been all Sunday for me for the last six weeks.".