"Yo' oughtn't to have said that, co'nnle, but yo' and me are too good friends to let even THAT stand between us.

And to prove it to yo' I'm going to forget it right away--and so are yo'." "But I cannot," he said quickly; "if I could I should be unworthy of even your friendship.

If you must reject it, do not make me feel the shame of thinking you believe me capable of wanton trifling.

I know that this avowal is abrupt to you, but it is not to me.

You have known me only for three months, but these three months have been to me the realization of three years' dreaming!" As she remained looking at him with bright, curious eyes, but still shaking her fair head distressedly, he moved nearer and caught her hand in the little pale lilac thread glove that was, nevertheless, too wide for her small fingers, and said appealingly: "But why should YOU forget it?
Why must it be a forbidden topic?
What is the barrier?
Are you no longer free?
Speak, Miss Dows--give me some hope.