"How long have you been here, sweetheart?" "I--I don't know. I heard you play, and then I knew." "It was that blessed Cremona," said Lynn, with his lips against her hair. "You said I should never kiss you again, dear, do you remember? Don't you think it's time you changed your mind?" The golden minutes slipped by, and still they stood there, by the window in the hall. Margaret came back, and went up to her room, but no one heard her, even though she was singing. At the head of the stairs, she stopped, startled. Then, by the light of her own happiness, she understood, and crept softly away. THE END TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Minor changes have been made to correct typesetters' errors; otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author's words and intent.