Lord God in heaven, but love is a fleeting thing!
All went well enough at first. She said, no doubt, that it was quite a
nice little place, with a great big river and the rapids, and so strange
to hear the roar of the waters all the time; and here was a real little
town with streets and people in--"And then you here, too!" And he of
course, would answer: "Yes, and you!" Oh, they were everything to each
other at first! But then they grew weary of good things; they took too
much--took love in handfuls, such was their foolishness. And more and more
clearly he realized that things were getting awry; the town was such a
little place, and this cousin of his a stranger--he could not keep on
being her attendant squire for ever. No, they must ease off a little
gradually; now and then, perhaps--only occasionally, of course--it would
be as well to have their meals at different times. If not, some of those
commercial travellers would be getting ideas into their heads about the
loving cousins.
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