But Nannie was not so resolute as her words might have seemed to imply. Long after her mother slept she lay awake in the dark and thought of Dick, of the break in his voice when he had made his plea, the light in his eyes when he had won a response, his flaming youth, his fine boy's reverence for her own youth and innocence. It would be--rather wonderful, she whispered to her heart, and fell asleep, dreaming. The next morning was very cold, and Nannie, coming early into Kingdon Knox's office to take his letters, was in a glow after her walk through the snowy streets. Her cheeks were red, her eyes sparkled, and the ring on her finger sparkled. Knox at once noticed the ring. "So that's it," he said, and leaned back in his chair. "Let's talk about it a little." They talked about it more than a little, and the burden of Kingdon Knox's argument was that it was a pity. She was too young and pretty to marry a poor man and live in a funny little flat and do her own work and spoil her nails with dishwashing. "Personally, I think it's rather dreadful. A waste of you, if you want the truth." Poor Nannie, listening, saw her castles falling. It would be rather dreadful--dishwashing and a gas stove and getting meals. "He is awfully in love with me," she managed to say at last. "And you?" He leaned forward a little. Nannie was aware of the feeling of excitement which he could always rouse in her. When he spoke like that she saw herself as something rather perfect and princesslike. "Wait--for Prince Charming," he said. Nannie was sure that when Prince Charming came he would be like Mr. Knox; younger perhaps, but with that same lovely manner. "Of course," Mr. Knox said gently, "I suppose I ought not to advise, but if I were you"--he touched the sparkling ring--"I should give it back to him." So after several absorbing talks with her employer on the subject, Nannie gave the ring back, and when poor Dick passed his friend the policeman on his way home he stopped and told his story. "They are all like that," Tommy said, "but if I were you I wouldn't take 'no' for an answer." Dick brightened. "Wouldn't you?" "Not if I had to carry her off under my arm," said Tommy between his teeth. "But I can't carry her off, Tommy--and she won't go." "She'll go if you ain't afraid of her," Tommy told him with solemn emphasis. "I was afraid." They were under the street lamp, and Dick stared at him in astonishment. "I didn't know you were afraid of anything." "I didn't know it either," was Tommy's grim response, "until I met her. But I've known it ever since." "Well, it's hard luck."