"We're engaged. You're my fiance."

"But for God's sake, Kiddo--how long do I have to
be a fiance?"

A ripple of laughter rang through the trees.

"Don't you think we've done pretty well for seven
days?"

"I could have settled it in seven minutes after we
met," he answered complainingly. "You won't tell me
the day yet?"

"Not yet----"

"All right, we'll just have to take blessings as
they come, then."

Through the beautiful afternoon they sat side by
side with close-pressed hands and planned the future
which love had given. A modest flat far up among the
trees on the cliffs overlooking the Hudson, they
decided on.

"We'll begin with that," he cried enthusiastically,
"but we won't stay there long. I've got big plans.
I'm going to make a million. The white house down by
the sea for me, a yacht out in the front yard and a
half-dozen thundering autos in the garage. If this