"And why are you so--quiet ?" "Mavourneen!" said Kenny.

And his eyes implored.
It was not at all what he had meant to say.

The word, tell-tale in its tenderness, had seemed to speak itself.
Joan's face flamed.

But her eyes were beautiful and kind.
Kenny dropped the lantern with a crash and caught her in his arms.

She cried and clung to him in the darkness.
"Joan! Joan!" he said and kissed her.
He did not remember how long he stood there under the bright November stars with Joan in his arms and his face upon her hair.