"Yes; but we had a good deal of business to settle. I hope you didn't eat up all the supper?" He studied them both curiously. Daffodil's face was scarlet. "Mr. Bartram, are you going to marry her?" he asked with a boy's frank eagerness. "I hope to. Are you going to object?" "No," rather reluctantly. "Only I wish you were going to live here." Bernard Carrick had gone downtown. It showed the strides Pittsburg had made when there was already a downtown. Barbe stood in the doorway watching, for now the sky was growing gray with coming evening. But before Mr. Bartram spoke, she knew. One of the delights of the other engagement had been the certainty of keeping her daughter, now the pang of separation pierced her to the quick. "Mrs. Carrick," he said in an appealing tone, "will you take me for a son?" but Daffodil kissed her. They did not want much supper, but the others returned to the table and talked. He had only come for a few days, but he begged that they might have a wedding in the early fall, just as soon as possible indeed, for the journey was so long they could not afford to waste much time in courtship. They must be lovers afterward. So, after much discussion to shorten the time, mid-September was settled upon. "Oh," Daffodil said in her most adorable tone, "I shall pray daily that nothing will befall you, that God will send you back safely to me." "And I shall be praying for you. Love surely opens one's heart to God." There was not much to be made ready. The girl laid aside this and that for the son's wife when he should take one, "for," said she, "there is so much in my new house already. And Felix must marry young, so you will have a new daughter in my place." She would not be married in church nor wear the olden wedding gown. "Let it skip a generation," she said, "and that may change the luck." So the time came and the lover so full of impatience. She would have the ceremony in the old room that had been so interwoven with her life, and she fancied the spirit of great-grandfather was sitting there in the old chair and she went for his blessing. The little girl passed out of Old Pittsburg and left behind lonely hearts. Grandad could not be reconciled, there were some fine young fellows in the town that would make good husbands. But Norah gave her a blessing and the best of wishes. So Daffodil Bartram went out to her new life, wondering how one could be so glad and happy when they were leaving behind so much love.