"It is no wonder," replied Allan Lyster.

"I forget everything in speaking to you.

You do well, lady, in making me remember myself." "Do not mistake me," she said gently.

"I only thought time is flying, and I have not said yet what I promised your sister I would say." They had walked down the orchard, and they stood now under the spreading boughs of a large apple tree--the pink and white blossoms made the loveliest frame for that most fair face.

She was lovely as the blossoms themselves.
"I feel like a criminal," said Allan Lyster; "and as though you were my judge.