of "chopsticks," one of them started "Babes in the Woods" and a light
tenor carried the words into the den:


"Give me your hand
I'll understand
We're off to slumberland."


Isabelle hummed it softly and trembled as she felt Amory's hand close
over hers.

"Isabelle," he whispered. "You know I'm mad about you. You _do_ give a
darn about me."

"Yes."

"How much do you care--do you like any one better?"

"No." He could scarcely hear her, although he bent so near that he felt
her breath against his cheek.

"Isabelle, I'm going back to college for six long months, and why
shouldn't we--if I could only just have one thing to remember you by--"

"Close the door. . . ." Her voice had just stirred so that he half
wondered whether she had spoken at all. As he swung the door softly shut,
the music seemed quivering just outside.