One night I went with Adela to a Church Social--of all places--and that is where the story really begins, for it was at the Social that I met Molly Weston.

It seemed the most casual of all accidents, for you can imagine that I did not frequent churches in those days, and Molly, too, had come there by chance.

She was dressed in pink, her cheeks were pink, she wore a pink rose in her hair.

She was the prettiest little fairy that ever smiled and pouted her way into a boy's heart.

Before I left her I was madly in love--a boy's first headlong passion.