"Shall we go now?" she said. "The moon will be shining down between the pines. It will be so quiet." "Yes," he answered. "Let us go now." They had planned weeks ago the things they were going to do. They were going to say good-night to the small mound at Blair's Hollow. When they left their horses at the foot of the hill even the pines could not look darkly under the fair light. The balmy air passing through their branches made a sound as if it was hushing a child to sleep. The little mound lay in the soft brightness of clear moonbeams. Sheba knelt beside it and began to lay her bridal blossoms on the grass-covered earth. Rupert stood and watched her. His heart beat with a reverent, rapturous tremor. She looked like a young angel. She bent down and laid her cheek upon the grass; her arm was thrown out as if she clasped something to her girl's breast. She spoke in a whisper--thrilled with love. "I am happy," she said. "I am happy. Oh, do you hear? Do you hear?"