For while in summer the shadows on some vine-covered porch swallowed the lovers, in winter the stairs were generally the trysting-place--and the top step the one most sought--because there was nobody behind to see.

This was the roost for which Kate and Harry scampered, and there they intended to sit until the music struck up again.
"Oh, Kate, you precious darling, how lovely you look!" burst out Harry for the hundredth time when she had nestled down beside him--"and what a wonderful gown! I never saw that one before, did I ?" "No--you never have," she panted, her breath gone from her dance and the dash for the staircase.

"It's my dear mother's dress, and her scarf too.
I had very little done to it--only the skirt made wider.

Isn't it soft and rich?
Grandpa used to bring these satins from China." "And the pearls--are they the ones you told me about ?" He was adjusting them to her throat as he spoke--somehow he could not keep his hands from her.
"Yes--mother's jewels.

Father got them out of his strong-box for me this morning.