"Oh, very well. Will you take me home, now?" she asked.
"Of course. You're not cold, are you? Put on your shawl."
"Help me, then. And you will be glad to hear," she said, "that I have finished talking of serious things."
'Tm glad indeed! Now at last, we shall begin to be happy!"
She walked home that night with her "strange young man" in moonlight so radiant that even the clouds of dancing vivid fireflies seemed dim, in contrast to so much glamour.