"Yes, to be sure, only handsomer," said her companion. "She's the sweetest, most uncommon child I ever saw," said the first lady; "and doesn't the old man love her? He's bound up in her, bless her little heart." A few minutes later Norah went upstairs to change her bridal robes and put on the going-away dress which Margot had selected for her. She never felt so stylish in her life, nor so tearful, nor so happy. "Why, Margot," she said, turning round and looking at the child. "It was you that did it all--all. There was a time when I hated you. But for you, I can plainly see now that I'd never have got my Sam. Oh, Margot, I _am_ happy. And tell me, what does the Rev. John Mansfield think of the holy man?" "He loves him; he can't do more," said Margot. "And you love him, don't you, Margot?" "For your sake I'll begin to twist myself in that direction," said Margot. "Now hurry, auntie, hurry, or you'll miss your train." A beautiful carriage had been provided. This had been secured out of the proceeds of a small cheque which _la belle_ grand'mère had sent to Margot for the wedding; and the bride and bridegroom, when they went away, were not obliged to step into Phinias Maloney's trap. "For all God's mercies, let's be thankful for that," said Aunt Norah. But Margot, as she watched them go and helped to throw slippers and rice after them, felt that she herself would prefer the little trap. "The house is well quit of them," whispered The Desmond; but Margot would not allow him to say these words aloud. "It's her wedding day; it has come a bit late, but let her be happy in it, granddad." "Right you are, my dove, my blossom;" and then they sat down--the old, old man, and the young child--to examine some flowers by the aid of a microscope. All was indeed well in the heart of little Margot. She and her grandfather were in the midst of their game, and as a matter of fact, had forgotten Norah and her husband when Fergus came in. "This is a lucky day in the Desmond family," he said, "and to complete it utterly, I think we ought to present little Margot with the deed of gift which will secure to her the Romney picture whenever you pass from this world to a better, dear sir." "Oh, I won't take it if it means _that_," said Margot. "I want granddad to live forever and ever." "But I can't do that, my child; no one can. You are quite right, Fergus, my son. The Romney is mine for my life, and I think my life will last for some time yet with such a little dear to put life and joy into it; but I should like to sign the document now to make all sure and safe. She _is_ the little Romney, only just twice as beautiful. But we can have the deed signed at once, my son."