d Lover and His Lasx 
     
    
   
   
    
     looked into her eyes with an expression 
     
     before which hers for the first time fal— 
     
     tered. She looked down, and a warm 
     
     blush stained the ivory curves of her 
     
     cheek and throat. His heart bounded, for 
     
     in that blush he recognized the banner of 
     
     love’s vanguard. 
     
    

    
     “ Are you glad to see me, Kilmeny‘? ” 
     
     he asked, in a low significant tone. 
     
    

    
     She nodded, and wrote in a somewhat 
     
     embarrassed fashion, 
     
    

    
     “ Yes. Why do you ask? You know 
     
     I am always glad to see you. I was afraid 
     
     you would not come. You did not come 
     
     last night and I was so sorry. Nothing 
     
     in the orchard seemed nice any longer. I 
     
     couldn’t even play. I tried to, and my 
     
     violin only cried. I waited until it was 
     
     dark and then I went home.” 
     
    

    
     “ I am sorry you were disappointed, 
     
     Kilmeny. I couldn’t come last night. 
     
     Some day I shall tell you why. I stayed 
     
     home to learn a new lesson. I am sorry 
     
     you missed me—no, I am glad. Can you 
     
    
   
   
    
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