"And now to bed, lest these bright eyes and rosy cheeks should lose something of their brilliance and beauty." "Suppose they should," she said, turning slightly pale, as with sudden pain.

"O Ned! if I live, I must some day grow old and gray and wrinkled, my eyes dim and sunken: shall you love me then, darling ?" "Better than ever, love," he whispered, holding her closer to his heart; "for how long we shall have lived and loved together! We shall have come to be as one indeed, each with hardly a thought or feeling unshared by the other.".