You mustn't say a word." "I will," he answered, in a loud whisper.

"For even if I were really dumb I think I should find my voice to tell you that with your hair rippling down on that cloth of gold in the moonlight, and all in white, with that lily in your hand, you look like an angel, and I'm in the seventh heaven to be here with you in this boat." "And with you in that white hair and beard I feel as if it were Fathah Time paying me compliments," said Lloyd, her cheeks dimpling with amusement.

"Hush! It's time for me to look dead," she warned, as the applause followed the last encore.

"Don't say anything to make me laugh.
I'm trying to look as if I had died of a broken heart." Elise darted back just as the prompter's bell rang, and Mary, turning to follow her to their seats in the audience, saw Miss Casey tragically throw up her hands, with a horrified exclamation.

It was not the copy of Tennyson Elise had brought her.