r and held her close.

"My darling, what makes you so superstitious?"

"I'm not," she murmured shakily. "It isn't superstitious to believe in
death, is it? It's a fact one can't get away from. And it frightens
me--it frightens me! Think of it, Trevor! We only belong to each other
till death us do part. Afterwards--who knows?--we may be in different
worlds."

He pressed her closer, feeling her cling to him. "There is a greater
thing than death, Chris," he said.

"I know! I know!" she whispered back. "But--I sometimes think--I'm not
big enough for it. I sometimes wonder--if God gave me a heart at all."

"My little Chris!" he said. "My darling!"

She lifted a troubled face. The tears were in her eyes. "Don't you often
think me silly and fickle?" she said. "And you'll find it more and more
the more you see of me. You'll be disappointed in me--you'll be horribly
disappointed--some day."

He looked down at her with great tenderness. "That day will never come,
dear," he said. "If it did, I should blame myself much more than I blamed
you. Come! You mustn't cry on our wedding-day. You're not really
unhappy?"

"But I'm afraid," she said.

He dried her eyes and kissed her. "There is nothing to make you afraid,"
he said. "Haven't I sworn to love and cherish you?"

She nestled to him with a sigh. "It was very nice of you, Trevor," she
said.

Her spirits revived during her motor-ride to Kellerton. The renovations
there were in full swing. One portion of the house had been already made
habitable for them. Mordaunt had had the entire management of this, but,
as Chris gaily remarked, she would probably change everything round when
she came upon the scene.

"I feel as if the holidays have just begun," she said to him as they sped
over the dusty road. "And I'm going to work harder than I have ever
worked in my life."

"If I let you," he said.

At which remark she made a face, and then, repenting patted his knee.
"You will let me do what I like, I know. You always do."

"In moderation," said Trevor, with a smile.

She dismissed the matter as too trivial for discussion. "When are you
going to let me drive?"

He gave her her first lesson then and there, an experience which
delighted Chris so much that she refused to relinquish the wheel until
they stopped at a country town for luncheon.

Here her whole attention was occupied in keeping Cinders from chasing the
hotel cat, till Trevor caught and cuffed the miscreant, wh