David, full of dreams, let his fancy have full play, and he made a little story of his own about the meeting of the lovers. He pictured the Judge riding down the dust-white road as the sunset shadows grew long. He knew the exact spot--the last bit of woodland--from where Martin, across level-lying fields, could obtain his first glimpse of the old farmhouse and porch. His moving-picture conceit next placed M'ri, dressed in white, with touches of blue, on the west porch. He had decided that in the Long Ago Days she had been wont to wear blue, which he imagined to be the Judge's favorite color. Then he caused the unimpressionable Judge to tie his horse to the hitching post at the side of the road and walk between the hedges of sweet peas that bordered the path. Their pink and white sweetness was the trumpet call sounding over the grave of the love of his youth. (David had read such a passage in a book at Miss Rhody's and thought it very fine and applicable.) His active fancy took Martin Thorne around the house to the west porch. The white figure arose, and in the purple-misted twilight he saw the touches of blue, and his heart lighted. "Marie!" The old name, the name he had given her in his love-making days, came to his lips. (David couldn't make M'ri fit in with the settings of his story, so he re-christened her.) She came forward with outstretched hand and a gentle manner, but at the look in his eyes as he uttered the old name, with the caressing accent on the first syllable, she understood. A deep sunrise color flooded her face and neck. "Martin!" she whispered as she came to him. David threw back his head and shut his eyes in ecstatic bliss. He was rudely roused from his romantic weaving by the sound of Barnabas' chuckle as they came to the east porch. "You must a washed every one of Larimy's winders!" "Yes," replied Janey, "and she mopped his floors, washed and clean-papered the shelves, and wanted to scrub the old gray horse." "Pennyroyal," exclaimed Barnabas gravely, "I wonder you ain't waterlogged!" "Pennyroyal'd rather be clean than be President," averred David. "Where's M'ri?" demanded Pennyroyal, ignoring these thrusts. "On the west porch, entertaining company," remarked Barnabas. "Who?" Pennyroyal never used a superfluous word. Joe Forbes said she talked like telegrams. Barnabas removed his pipe from his mouth, and paused to give his words greater dramatic force. "Mart Thorne!" The effect was satisfactory. Pennyroyal stood as if petrified for a moment. Than she expressed her feelings. "Hallelujah!" Her tone made the exclamation as impressive as a benediction. M'ri visited the bedside of each of her charges that night. Jud and Janey were in the land of dreams, but David was awake, expecting her coming. There was a new tenderness in her good-night kiss.