but people who 
are married will understand what it means. We did, I 
think, as we sat still, my head on his shoulder and my hand 
between both his, watching the fields, trees, hills, and dales 
fly past like changing wordnetfear, never talking at all, nor 
thinking much, except the glad thought came in  of all 



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the  of these good-bys that there was one good- 
by which never need be said again. We were married. 

I was delighted with St. Andrew's. "We shall always 
talk of our four days there, so wordnetdesire-like at the time, yet 
afterward become clear in remembrance down to the mi- 
nutest particulars. The sweetness of them will last us 
through many a working hour, many an hour of  
such as we know must come, in ours as in all human lives. 
We are not afraid ; we are together. 

Our last day in St. Andrew's was Sunday, and Max took 
me to his own Presbyterian church, in which he and his 
brother were brought up, and of which Dallas was to have 
been a minister. From his many wanderings it so happen- 
ed that my husband had not heard the Scotch service for 
many years, and he was