Rather can you tell me----will she come?
Do you think I am man enough to be trusted with her future, if she does?
One thing I promise you: if such joy ever comes to me, I will know how to meet it gently, thankfully, tenderly, please God.

Good night, little women.

I hope you are sleeping well----" He turned and went down the hill, entered the cabin and took from the other box a mass of Parma violets.

He put these in the pink bowl and placed it on the table beside the Girl's bed.

He stood for a time, and then began pulling single flowers from the bowl and dropping them over the pillow and snowy spread.
"God, how I love her!" he whispered softly.
At last he went out and closed the door.