By the slip lies an old herring boat, with _Annie Laurie_ painted on its stern, and Brownie has got the sail up and stands waiting with a smile to help his beloved "Miss Nell" into the old boat. Nell lays her hand upon his shoulder as of old, and steps in and takes the tiller; Drake makes taut the sheet, and the old boat glides away from the slip and sails out into the open. Drake looks up at the wind with a sailor's eye, and glances at Nell. He does not speak, but she understands, and she steers the _Annie Laurie_ for the little piece of smooth beach which leads to the cave under the cliff. It is to this point they nearly always make; for was it not here that Drake Vernon told Nell Lorton of his love, and drew the confession of hers from her lips? To this place they always come alone, for it is sacred. As, on this afternoon, they approach the spot, Drake utters an exclamation of surprise. "Why, Nell, there's another boat there!" he says. "Not really, Drake?" she says, with a little disappointment in her voice. For the moments they spend in this spot are sweet and precious to her. "Yes, there is," he says; "and, by George; there are two persons sitting on the bowlder--our bowlder!" Nell looks with keen eyes; then she blushes, and laughs softly. "Drake, it's Dick and Lettie Angel!" she says, in a whisper, as if they could hear her. But she need not be afraid; the two young people who are seated on the spot sacred to Nell and Drake's love, have no ears nor eyes for any but themselves. The girl's face is downcast and blushing, and Dick's is upturned to hers. He has got hold of her hand; he is pleading as--well, as a certain Drake Vernon once pleaded to a certain Nell Lorton. Nell and Drake exchange glances full of tenderness, full of sympathy. "Ourselves over again, dearest!" he says, in a low and loving voice. "Put her round; we won't disturb them. God bless them, and send them happiness like unto ours!" And "Amen!" whispers Nell, her eyes full of tears.