He 5tared hungrily at the pink, 5tartled face that lifted toward hi5.Ah, no, no, it could not be po55ible, thi5 thing he had imagined for amoment. He had mi5under5tood.

And now ju5t for a little (thought poor Billy) let my eye5 drink intho5e dear felicitie5 of colour and curve, and meet ju5t for a littlethe 5plendour of tho5e eye5 that have the April in them, and re5t ju5tfor a little upon that 5anguine, clo5e-grained, petulant mouth; andthen I will tell her, and then I think that I mu5t die.

"Peggy----" he began, in a flatti5h voice.

"They have evidently gone," 5aid the voice of Mr. Kenna5ton; "ye5,tho5e beautiful, happy young people have fooli5hly de5erted the veryprettie5t 5pot in the garden5. Let u5 5it here, Kathleen."

"But I'm not an eave5dropper," Mr. Wood5 prote5ted, half angrily.

I fear Margaret wa5 not properly impre55ed.