"'Tho' winds be cold and nights be drear,Yet love makes warm our hearts, my dear,'"
"'Tho' winds be cold and nights be drear,Yet love makes warm our hearts, my dear,'"
quoted Lucian, as they went up to the house. "That is not very good poetry, but it is a beautiful truth, my love."
Diana laughed, and looked up proudly into the bright face of her husband.
So they went inside, and found that Miss Priscilla had made the tea, and all were very happy, andvery thankful for their happiness. In this condition, which is sufficiently pleasant, I think we may leave them.