neckties; a sort of a feeling that your clothes don't fit you, and you
can't bear the sight of gravy, and dote on lavender kids, and want to
part your hair in the middle. _That's_ being in love, ARCHIE. That's--"

At this juncture voices were heard calling for ARCHIBALD.

"Oh, do, _do_ let me go," he pleaded.

BELINDA grasped him firmly by the collar. "Heaven knows," said she
impressively, "that I have wooed you thus far in a spirit of the most
delicate consideration. Now, I mean business, I want a husband, and by
the Sixteenth Amendment, you don't stir from this spot, until you
promise to marry me!"

"But--but--I don't want to get married," said ARCHIBALD; "I--I--ain't
old enough."

She glared at him menacingly.

"Am I to understand then," she shrieked, "that you dare refuse me?" And
she laughed hysterically.

"Oh, no, no. I wouldn't. Of course I wouldn't," groaned the ghastly
youth. "I'll promise _anything_, if you'll only let me go."


Thus it was, mid the hushed repose of that lovely June twilight, while
all Nature seemed to pronounce a sweet benediction, that these loving
hearts commingled. The soft hum of the June-bug seemed to have a sweeter
sound, and the little fly walked unmolested across their foreheads, for