A loose strand of the girl's hair blew across his cheek, and in the moon

her head shone with gold. She had light-brown hair and gray eyes and a

short upper lip like a curled rose-leaf. He set her down on the veranda

steps. Both of them laughed wildly.

"But you came with me!" she gasped triumphantly.

"I always thought you were tall," he answered; and there was afterward a

time when he had to agree that this was a somewhat vague reply.




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