She hurled herself at his head--at his knees--at his feet---till he _had_ to lift her.

And that's how it happened." Anne's spirit writhed as she contemplated the happening.
"I know it oughtn't to have happened.

I know Walter wasn't the holy saint he ought to have been.

But oh, he was a martyr!" She paused.

"And--he was very young." "Edith--when was it ?" "Seven years ago." Anne pondered.