realized,
too, that her words were like that of that other night.

"Denny--Denny," she murmured, her small, gold-crowned head buried in
his shoulder. "I'm here--I've come--just as soon as I could; Oh, I've
been afraid! I knew you'd come, too--I knew you would tonight! I was
sure of it--even when I was sure that you wouldn't."

For a long time he was silent, because dry lips refused to frame the
words he would have spoken. Minutes he stood and held her against him
until the rise and fall of her narrow shoulders grew quieter, before
he lifted one hand and held her damp face away, that he might look
into it. And gazing back at him, in spite of all the wordless wonder
of her which she saw glowing in his eyes, she read, too, the grave
perplexity of him.

"Why--you--you must have known I'd come," he said, his voice
ponderously grave. "I--I told you so. I left word for you that I would
be back--as soon as I could come."

He felt her slim body slacken--saw the lightning change flash over her
face which always heralded that bewildering swift change of mood. It
wiped out all the tenseness of lip and line.

There in the white light in spite of the shadows of her lashes which
turned violet eyes to great pools of satin shadow, he caught the flare
of mischief behind half-closed lids, before she tilted her head back
and laughed softly, with utter joyous abandon straight up into his
face.

"He--he didn't deliver it," she stated naively. "It wasn't his fault
entirely, though, Denny--although I did give him lots of chances, at
first anyway. I almost made him tell--but he--he's stubborn."

She stopped and laughed again--giggled shamelessly as she remembered.
But her eyes grew grave once more.

"I think he didn't quite approve of my attitude," she explained to him
as he bent over her. "He thought I wasn't--sorry enough--to deserve it
at first. And then--and then I never gave him any opportunity to
speak. I would have stopped him if he had tried. You--you see, I just
wanted to--wait."

Head bowed she paused a moment before she continued.

"But--but I sent him to you--two days ago, Denny. I sent something
that I asked him to give you--when--when it was over. Didn't you--get
it?"

He fumbled in the pocket of his smooth black suit after she had
disengaged herself and dropped to the ground at his feet. With her
ankles curled up under her she sat in a boyish heap watching him,
until he drew out the bit of a spangled crimson bow a