Under the trees Dick allowed his horse to drop into a
walk, and managed to drive with one hand while the other found Dora's
waist and held it.
"Dick, somebody might see you!" she half whispered.
"Well, I can't help it, Dora," he answered, "It's been such a long
time since we met."
"Yes, it seems like years and years, doesn't it?"
"And to think we've got to go through college before--before we can--"
"Yes, but Dick, isn't it splendid that we are going to be so close to
each other? Why, we'll be able to meet lots of times!"
"If the seminary authorities will let you. I understand they are very
strict."
"Oh, well, we'll meet anyhow, won't we?"
"If you say so, dear."
"Why, yes, dear--that is--Oh, now see what you've done!--knocked
my hat right down on my ear! Now, you mustn't--one is enough! Just
suppose another carriage should come up--with somebody in it from the
seminary?"
"I've got my eye open," answered Dick. "But just one more--and then
you can fix your hat. They've got to make some allowance for folks
that are engaged," he added softly, as he pressed her cheek close to
his own.
"Are we engaged, Dick?" she asked as she adjusted her hat.
"Aren't we?" he demanded. "Why, of course we are!"
"Well, if you say so, but--but--I suppose some folks would think we
were rather young."
"Well, I'm not so young as I used to be--and I'm growing older every
day.
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