As she shook the robes down, stood up and reached out for his arms, he seized her round the waist, and, holding her clear of the ground, kissed her in spite of her struggles.
"Milton!" "The las' time, Bettie; the las' time," he said, in extenuation.

With this mournful word on his lips he leaped into the sleigh and was off like the wind.

But the listening girl heard his merry voice ringing out on the still air.

Suddenly something sweet and majestic swept upon the girl.

Something that made her look up into the glittering sky with vast yearning.