“I am glad that – that – ”
“Yes?”
“That Father Doherty is a priest.”
She laughed with gladness as he stooped to kiss her; and when they resumed their way, she asked, “When will he arrive?”
“Tomorrow, I think.”
“So soon?”
“No – so long!” he corrected smilingly.
“And we shall have a winter honeymoon at North Star?”
“Yes!”
“That,” she said, “will be delightful!”
And as she spoke, through the trees the Lodge appeared in sight, and to them drifted a fragment of the boatman’s song —
“ – Till I go forth and bring it home,
And enter and close my door —
Row along, row along home, ci, ci!”
THE END