Indeed I would, Paul, pray believe me." She spoke earnestly, and leaned on his shoulder as if to enforce her words.

The boy's arm stole around the little figure in the saddle, and a beautiful bright smile broke over his face as he answered warmly, "I do believe it, dear, and it makes me happy to hear you say so.

Don't be afraid, I'm your equal, but I'll not forget that you are my little mistress till I can change from groom to gentleman." He added the last sentence as he withdrew his arm, for Lillian had shrunk a little and blushed with surprise, not anger, at this first breach of respect on the part of her companion.

Both were silent for a moment, Paul looking down and Lillian busy with her nosegay.

She spoke first, assuming an air of satisfaction as she surveyed her work.
"That will please Mamma, I'm sure, and make her quite forget my naughty prank of yesterday.