"How lovely!" she exclaimed, in a low tone.
All the instruments were going now in the drawing-room,--harp, mandolin, piano, and banjo, and the music floated out sweetly on the night air to the earnest little couple on the steps.

And the music, and the moonlight, and Betty's sympathetic little face, made it easy for Keith to grow confidential just then, and speak of things that usually make boys shy.

He told her of his ambition to live up to his knightly motto, and of some of his boyish efforts to right the wrong in the big world about him, and all that he hoped to do when he was grown, and was free to use the money his grandfather had left him.
"I wish I could be a knight," sighed Betty to herself, moved to large ambitions by the boy's words, and discontented with her own small sphere.

How manly he looked in the moonlight, his handsome face aglow with the thought of his noble purposes! "It's funny," said Keith, looking down at her, "you're the only person that I ever talked to about such things, but Aunt Allison.

You seem to understand in the same way that she does.