Nancy cleared her throat.

"I remember it all!"

There was another silence. Then Bert straightened suddenly, and
asked with concern:

"Nancy--what is it? You're all tired out, you poor little girl.
Don't, dear--don't cry, Nancy!"

Nancy, groping for his handkerchief, battling with tears, feeling
his kiss on her wet cheek, laughed shakily in the dark.

"I--I can't help it, Bert!" said she. "I'm--I'm so happy!"

THE END