For one moment Unity stopped short as Atalanta when she saw the golden apple, then she began to run.

She touched her goal within ten feet of the house, and he stood still and looked at the hand upon his arm.

"Oh!" she panted.

"Don't go! I--I--I--" "I-- ?" "I love you.

Oh!" If any window saw, it was discreet and never told, remembering perhaps a youth of its own.