"Sweetheart-Man, you do love me?"
"With all my heart and soul and body and breath, and past and present
and future I _love you_!" said the Man.
Then Rosalie kissed a little path to his ear, and whispered, oh, so
softly,--
"Sweetheart-Man, I love _you_ just that same way."
And Hickory Dock, the Angel, never ticked the passing of a single
second, but lay on his back looking straight up to Heaven with his two
little battered hands clasped eternally at Love's _high noon_.