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Rh "Will you promise me something, Dido?" he asked, suddenly.

"Yes," she answered, simply.

"Promise that you will try to be happy; that you will never cherish blue thoughts, no difference what happens. Let ill-luck frown on you all it wishes. Laugh at it; laugh in it's face until your laughter makes it smile. Promise me to do this?"

"Is that what you do?" she asked, evasively.

"Well, I don't know. But what difference! I don't get as low in spirits as you do. Won't you promise?"

"You have brought me happiness. I promise if I get blue to think of you. Will that do?" she asked, seriously.

"I don't know," he said, half provoked, but he urged no further.

And these two young people, whose barks had floated side by side on the stream of life