They worked it out last night after the bank closed.

He'll tell you all about it." Mrs.Barclay was standing by the buggy when the girl finished.

The elder woman bade the young people good night, and turned and went into the yard and stood a moment looking at the stars before going into her lonely house.

The lovers let the tired horses lag up the hill, and as they turned into Lincoln Avenue the girl was saying: "A year's so long, Bob,--so long.

And you'll be away, and I'm afraid." He tried to reassure her; but she protested: "You are all my life,--big boy,--all my life.