Will you, Jerrie ?' His face was so close to hers now that her hot cheeks touched his as she bent her head lower and lower, but she made no reply for a moment, and then she cried: 'Oh, Harold, it seems so soon, with Maude only buried to-day.

What shall I say?
What ought I to say ?' 'Shall I tell you ?' he answered, taking her hand in his.

'Say the first English word you ever spoke, and which I taught you.

Do you remember it ?' '_Iss_' came involuntarily from Jerrie, in the quick, lisping accent of her babyhood, when that was all the English she could master; and almost before it had escaped her, Harold smothered it with the kisses he pressed upon her lips as he claimed her for his own.
'But, Harold,' she tried to explain between his kisses, 'I meant that I _did_ remember.

You must not--you must not kiss me so fast.