village beyond. "We'd better not go any farther," said Helen,
laughing; "if any of the earth creatures should hear us carrying on
they would not know it was 'Trunkenheit ohne Wein.'"

She stretched out her hand to her companion, and led him to a seat
upon a fallen log nearby. "Poor boy," she said, "I forgot that you
were supposed to be tired."

"It does not make any difference," was the reply; "I hadn't thought
of it."

"There's no need to walk farther," said Helen, "for I've seen all
that I wish to see. How dear this walk ought to be to us, Arthur!"

"I do not know about you, Helen," said the young man, "but it has
been dear to me indeed. I could not tell you how many times I have
walked over it, all alone, since you left; and I used to think about
the many times I had walked it with you. You haven't forgotten,
Helen, have you?"

"No," said Helen.

"Not one?"

"Not one."

The young man was resting his head upon his hand and gazing steadily
at the girl.

"Do you remember, Helen--?" He stopped; and she turned with her