"If that's all, you can go to any farm and see as

much."

"That isn't half; I want to see my mother's grave, with its headstone that briefly tells her record, 'She made home happy,'" and then she said, with a little sigh: "There is still another reason—I would have you all to myself a whole season."

"Would you really like that?" he asked, brightening.

"More than anything."

"Then I promise you, you shall go."

As they drove up to the stoop, upon their return, they saw Marrion waiting.

When he assisted Cherokee to the street, he fancied he never had seen in her manner so much softness, so much of that sweet, wonted look that goes with domestic charm. Her fine, regular features expressed nothing sadder than a pleased pensiveness.