She laid it in his hand-a long brown silken thread.

"Hume," she said airily yet gently, "there is the rope.

Can you love me for a month of Sundays ?" "Yes, for ever and a day!" "I will cancel the day, and take your bond for the rest.

I will be generous.

I will marry you in two months-and a day." "My dearest girl!"-- he drew her hand into both of his--"I can't have you more generous than myself, I'll throw off the month." But his eyes were shining very seriously, though his mouth smiled.
"Two months and a day," she repeated.
"We must all bundle off to Greyhope to-morrow," came General Armour's voice across the room.