The First Wooing of a Little Child

Laurie's first wooing had been of the tempestuous order and he looked back upon it as if through a long vista of years, with a feeling of compassion blended with regret. He was not ashamed of it, but put it away as one of the bitter sweet experiences of his life for which he could be grateful when the pain was over. His second wooing, he resolved, should be as calm and simple as possible. There was no need of having a scene, hardly any need of telling amy that he loved her. She knew it without words and had given him his answer long ago. It all came about so naturally that no one could complain. And he knew