"She promised to wait for me, so that we could do our shopping together.

I've written her about it, but I wish you'd emphasize the fact for me." "I will," promised Anne.

"I know she will wait for you, though.

She told me she intended to." With knowledge of the coming parting so near, the little company grew a trifle less merry as they strolled home across the familiar fields in the moonlight.

Though Hippy had been the only one to confess it, the plaintive melody of Nora's song of Golden Summer haunted them.