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"Death?" says I, "'Tis reater life wherein shall be no ht, Martin!"

"And you have never feared death!" says I

"Aye, but I do, Martin--I do!" cries she "I aht death"

"Because there was no other way, Martin But when Death clutched at onised for life"

"Is life then--become so--sweet to you, Damaris?"

"Yes, Martin!" says she softly

"Since when?" I questioned, "Since when?" But instead of answering she falls a-singing softly and keeping her back to me; thus I saw that she had set the pin back in her hair, whereat I grew all suddenly and beyond reason glad Though indeed the thing accorded but ill with her fine gown, as I told her forthwith

"Think you so, Martin?" says she gravely, but with a di with your 'broideries, your pleats, tags, lappets, pearl-buttons, galoons and the rest on't"

"'Twould al down at her finery but with the di plainer than ever

"Why truly," says I, stooping to take up the jewelled coown better"

"Because your own clothes are so worn and sorry, sir 'Tis time you had better, I must see to it--"

"Nay, never trouble!"