"Supper is waiting," said she, merrily, as she came to meet him.
"There's blueberries, and biscuit, and lots of nice things."
"I'm hungry," said be; "but first, dear, let us enjoy love and
kisses."
Then by the lonely road he held her close to him, and each could
feel the heart-beat of the other; and for quite a moment speech
would have been most idle and inadequate.
"Now the promise, Polly," said he soon. "I go not another step
until I have your promise to be my wife."
"You do not think I'd let one treat me that way unless I expected
to marry him, do you ?" said Polly, as she fussed with a ribbon
bow, her face red with blushes. "You've mussed me all up."
"I'm to be a teacher in the big school, and if you were willing, we
could be married soon."
"Oh, dear!" said she, sighing, and looking up at him with a smile;
"I'm too happy to think." Then followed another moment of silence,
in which the little god, if he were near them, must have smiled.
"Won't you name the day now?" he insisted.
"Oh, let's keep that for the next chapter!" said she. "Don't you
know supper is waiting?"
"It's all like those tales 'to be continued in our next,'" he
answered with a laugh.
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