“I love you so,” she said, “I love you so for making me what I am.  I can be all that you could wish for if you only say it—­”

She smiled, unconvinced at his tender protest, wise, sweet eyes on his.

“What a boy you are, sometimes!—­as though I did not know myself!  Dear, it is for you to say what I shall be.  I am capable of being what you think I am.  Don’t you know it, Garry?  It is only—­”

[Illustration:  “And locked in his embrace, she lifted her lips to his.”]

She felt a cool, thin pressure on her finger, and glanced down at the ring sparkling white fire.  She lifted her hand, doubling it; looked at the gem for a moment, laid it against her mouth.  Then, with dimmed eyes: 

“Your love, your name, your ring for this nameless girl?  And I—­what can I give for a bridal gift?”

“What sweet nonsense—­”

“What can I give, Garry?  Don’t laugh—­”

“Calypso, dear—­”

“Yes—­Calypso’s offer!—­immortal love—­endless, deathless.  It is all I have to give you, Garry....  Will you take it?...  Take it, then.”

And, locked in his embrace, she lifted her lips to his.

THE END