man once or twice delaying her for one more snatched and laughing
kiss.

"But, Martin, you've been engaged before?" Cherry asked.

"Never--on my honour! But yes, I was once, too, years ago. I want
to tell you about that--"

He told her, her grave face bent over the redwood boughs she was
tearing. She nodded, flushed, paled. He had met this girl at his
mother's, do you see? And she was a cute little thing, don't you
know? Her name was Dorothy King, and when he went back to college
she had promised to write, do you see? But she hadn't written for
weeks, and then she had written to say that she was engaged to
another man, a man named--named--he had forgotten the name. But
she had married him all right---

And Cherry looked up, laughing almost reproachfully. How could he
ever forget her married name! Cherry said that she suspected that
Martin hadn't really cared, and he said no, but he had wanted to
tell her about it all the same, because knowing her had made him
want really to be honest--and to be good--

Tears stood in his eyes, and she forgave him his admiration for
Dorothy King, and said that she knew he was good. And Martin said
that he was going to make her the happiest wife a man ever had.

Dragging the stripped tree, they ran down the sharp hill to the
house just as Anne came out to announce luncheon. Peter was
wandering off in the woods nearby, but came at Alix's shrill yell