"No, but I'm going to. Oh, I'm not crazy, Doctor. I was out for a stroll and thought I'd just drop by and tell you that I'd taken your advice and had decided not to leave to-morrow." "Humph; nor the next day, either, I guess! Lad, is it all right? Have you seen her?" "Yes, I've seen her and it's all right! Everything's all right! Look at this world, Doctor. Did you ever see a more beautiful one? For Heaven's sake reel off some poetry for me!" "Go to bed," laughed the Doctor, "go to bed!" "Bed!" scoffed Wade. "H'm, you're right," said the Doctor. "Stay up and be mad as you can, my lad. Bay to the moon! Sing under her window! Act the happy fool! Lord, if I wasn't so old I'd come out and help you. Youth, youth! Now go away before I hate you for it!" "You couldn't hate anything, you old fraud," laughed Wade. "Go back to bed if you won't sing or dance with me or recite verses. But first, congratulations, please." "My dear fellow," said the Doctor as he clasped Wade's hand, "you don't need any one's good wishes, but I give mine just the same. It's good news to me, the best of news." "Thanks, Doctor. Good night. I'm off to bay the moon." "Good night, good night!" The Doctor stood for a moment at the door and watched him pass across the strip of moonlight and become engulfed in the gloom of the elms. "I wonder," he mused, "what he's done with his coat!" He chuckled as he closed the door, and sighed as he locked it. Then, instead of returning to the stairway, he passed into the study and walked across to the book-shelves. You would have thought that he would have had difficulty in finding What he wanted even in broad daylight in that confusion of volumes. But he put his hand at once on what he sought and bore it to the window where the moonlight shone. Bending closely, he turned the pages, paused and read half-aloud to the silent room: "'Oh, love, first love, so full of hope and truth, A guileless maiden and a gentle youth. Through arches of wreathed rose they take their way, He the fresh Morning, she the better May, 'Twixt jocund hearts and voices jubilant. And unseen gods that guard on either hand, And blissful tears, and tender smiles that fall On her dear head--great summer over all!"