Back and forth, back and forth, once more,—close to the net, away back to the line, now to the right, now to the left,—and then— 

 "Ad out, I am beating you, David," warned the girl, leaping lightly into the air to catch the ball he tossed her. 

 "Here is a beauty," she said, as the ball spun away from her racquet. 

 The two, white-clad, nimble figures flashed from side to side of the court. He sprang into the air to meet her ball, and drove it into the farthest corner, but she caught it with a backward gesture. Still he was ready for it, cutting it low across the net,—yes, she was there, she got it,—but the stroke was hard,—and the ball was light. 

 "Was it good?" she gasped, clasping the racquet in both hands and tilting dangerously forward on tiptoe to look. 

 "Good enough,—and your game." 

 With one accord they ran forward to the net, pausing a second to glance about enquiringly, and then, one impulse guiding, kissed each other ecstatically. 

 "The very first time I have beaten you, David," exulted the girl. "Isn't everything glorious?" she demanded, with all of youth's enthusiasm. 

 "Just glorious," came the ready answer, with all of mature manhood's response to girlish youth. Clasping the slender hands more tightly, he added, laughing, "And I kiss the fingers that defeated me." 

 "Oh, David," the buoyant voice dropped to a reverent whisper.  "I love you,—I love you,—I—I am just crazy about you." 

 "Careful, Carol, remember the manse," he cautioned gaily. 

 "But this is honeymooning, and the manse hasn't gloomed on my horizon yet. I'll be careful when I get installed. I am really a Methodist yet, and Methodists are expected to shout and be enthusiastic. When we move into our manse, and the honeymoon is ended, I'll just say, 'I am very fond of you, Mr. Duke.'"  The voice lengthened into prim and prosy solemnity. 

 "But our honeymoon isn't to end. Didn't we promise that it should last forever?" 

 "Of course it will."  She dimpled up at him, snuggling herself in the arm that still encircled her shoulders.  "Of course it will."  She balanced her racquet on the top of his head as he bent adoringly over her.  "Of course it 

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