"Let's walk over to the Chateau," he suggested. "Its--it's sort of our
place."
As they walked along together quietly hand in hand, the bells in all
the nearby churches began to ring, calling and answering each other,
and it seemed as though the clear night air was ringing.
Suddenly Paul cried out, and he sounded as happy as Flip felt. "Spring
is going to be wonderful, Flip!"