"Go on, confess!" Archie, thus encouraged, did so, and it was a very mild confession that she heard, involving a great deal of unnecessary sacrifice in helping a pauper uncle.

Hope strove to belittle his good deeds as much as possible, but Lucy saw plainly the good heart that had dictated the giving up of his small income for some years.

When in possession of all the facts, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"You are a silly old boy," she whispered.

"As if what you tell me could make any difference to me!" "But we can't be married for six months, dearest." "Of course not.

Do you believe that I as a woman can gather together my trousseau under six months?
No, my dear.