"
"I did think so sometimes," was the low reply.
"Then what was the reason you were so cool with me?" smiling down into her
blushing face. "Tell me, or I shall believe I know the reason already."
"If you know, why do you ask?" was the shy reply.
"Because I would like to hear you say it yourself. Confess it, now, or must
I say it myself?"
She endeavored to release herself from his encircling arm, but he held her
close as he whispered:
"You love me already. You know you do; so own it now."
A pair of eyes, glorious with the love-light that shone in them, were
raised to his, and as he read his answer in their depths, the happy lover
whispered,
"Kiss me, Dexie."
A blushing face was lifted to his, and an arm was raised till it encircled
his neck, as Dexie gave her first kiss of love to the man who had won her
heart.
"How could you be so cool and short with me when you loved me all the
time?" he asked, as he held her in his arms.
"I was not quite sure you cared for me," was the low reply. "But I am
forgetting papa. I must go and see if he is all right, Guy."
It was the first time she had used his name, and he smiled fondly into the
dark eyes raised so shyly to meet his own.
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