the Fourth Time of Asking. I don't want it to stop."
"Ugh!" He pointed to a large heart transfixed by an arrow. "Ugh! Ugh!" I suspect that he was gaining time.
"They cut their names and go away, and when the first child is born they come again and deepen the cuts. So for each child. That's how you know: the initials that go right through to the wood are the fathers and mothers of large families, and the scratches in the bark that soon close up are boys and girls who were never married at all."
"You wonderful person! I've lived here all my life and never heard a word of this. Fancy folk-lore in Hertfordshire! I must tell the Archdeacon: he will be delighted———"
"And Harcourt, I don't want this to stop."
"My dear girl, the villagers will find other trees! There's nothing particular in Other Kingdom."
"But———"
"Other Kingdom shall be for us. You and I alone. Our initials only." His voice sank to a whisper.
"I don't want it fenced in." Her face was turned to me; I saw that it was puzzled and
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