Two months had gone by since my engagement to Aida Sewin and they had gone by without a cloud. If I were to say that a larger proportion of them was spent by me at her father's place than at my own, decidedly I should not be exaggerating. But we learnt to know each other very thoroughly in that time, and the more I learnt to know her the more did I marvel what I had done to deserve one hundredth part of the happiness that henceforth was to irradiate my life. Truly our sky was without a cloud. I had found a farm that seemed likely to suit me. It was now only a question of price, and the owner was more than likely to come down to mine. The place was distant by only a few hours' easy ride, and that was a consideration. "Everything seems to favour us," Aida said. "You know, dear, it is such a relief to me to know that we need not be far away from the old people after all. I would of course go to the other ends of the earth with you if necessity required it, but at the same time I am deeply thankful it does not. And then, you know, you needn't be afraid of any of the `relations-in-law' bugbear; because they look up to you so. In fact we have come to look upon you as a sort of Providence. While you were away, if anything went wrong, father would fume a bit and always end by saying: `I wish to Heaven Glanton was back. It would be all right if Glanton were here!' mother, too, would say much the same. So you see you will have very amenable relations-in-law after all." "Oh, I'm not afraid of that in the least," I answered. "As a matter of fact, as you know, I don't think your father was at all well advised in coming out here to set up farming at his age and with his temperament. But now he is here we must pull him through, and we'll do it all right, never fear. But Aida, if it was a wrong move on his part think what it has resulted in for me." "And for me," she said softly. I have set out in this narrative deliberately to spare the reader detailed accounts of love passages between myself and this beautiful and peerless woman whose love I had so strangely won; for I hold that such are very far too sacred to be imparted to a third person, or put down in black and white for the benefit of the world at large. Suffice it that the most exacting under the circumstances could have had no reason to complain of any lack of tenderness on her part--ah, no indeed!