birds and dogs there; Flossie had her puppies there. That's her room,"
said Maggie, lifting one of the boughs. "I shouldn't be surprised if
Jimmy were there with her now."

The foliage glinted in the sunset, and as Maggie stood pointing, still
holding the bough, the picture flashed upon Frank, and he said: "Oh,
how pretty you are now! How I should like to paint you!" And a moment
after he said, interested, solely interested in sentimental affection,
"Sally's ideas of love seem to me very funny; if she really loves
Meason, why doesn't she marry him?"

"He has no money, and father would never hear of it."

"Never hear of it! If I loved a girl, nothing in the world would
prevent my marrying her."

"I wonder if that's true," said Maggie, and she let go the bough and
stood facing him, her hands clasped behind her back.

"Of course it is. What is life for if it isn't to get the woman we
love?"

"It is nice to hear you say so; but I am afraid very few young men
think like you nowadays. One woman is the same as another to them."

"I cannot understand any one thinking so. If it were so, the whole
charm would be lost."

So the young people talked, and lost in the charm of each thrilling
minute, they walked through the shadows and darkening leaves. The soft