“And I that you are mine,” he returned with a loving look into her beaming eyes. “It speaks ill indeed for Mormonism that it can so harden the heart against those who should be regarded with the tenderest affection. There! we have filled our basket and now we will go back to the house.” The breakfast-bell rang just as they stepped into the veranda. Violet was there with the three younger children; morning greetings were exchanged, then all repaired to the breakfast-room. “I think our weary young guest is still sleeping,” Violet said. “I knocked softly at her door and listened for several minutes, but could hear no sound; so thought it best to let her sleep on and give her her breakfast when she wakes of herself.” “Quite right, my dear,” returned the captain as he lifted baby Ned to his high chair, then seated himself. He asked a blessing upon their food and the meal began. They were the usual cheerful little family party, chatting pleasantly among themselves while they ate. As they rose from the table Violet said: “I think I will go to the telephone and have a little chat with mamma while the servants are eating.” “And may I go with you?” the captain asked with a smile. “I shall be happy to have you, sir,” she returned with a laughing look up into his face. “The children are welcome to come, too, if they wish.” At Ion the family were about leaving the breakfast-table when the telephone bell rang. It was answered by Edward. “Hello! who is there? and what’s wanted?” “It is I. I wish to speak to mamma,” was the reply in Violet’s own sweet tones. “No objections to others hearing, though.” “Dear me, I hope she isn’t going to say they can’t come to-day!” exclaimed Rosie, while Edward stepped aside and their mother took the place he vacated. “What is it, Vi?” she asked, and all listened intently for the reply. “We have a guest, Marian McAlpine—that Minersville young girl you have all heard my husband, Max and Lu speak of.” “Ah! then bring her with you to-day, if she will come.” “Thank you, mamma; we will if she is able and willing to accompany us; she was greatly fatigued by her journey and seems to be still sleeping.” “McAlpine?” exclaimed Mr. Lilburn, standing near. “You and I have some distant relatives of that name, Cousin Elsie. Please ask for the father’s first name.” “I have heard the captain say his wife called him Willie,” Elsie answered. “Ah, indeed!” exclaimed Mr. Lilburn, in a tone of some excitement. “I must see the lassie. Please say to Cousin Vi that I will be over there an hour hence. And will you not accompany me, cousin?” “With pleasure,” she replied, and turning to her father, “Shall we not make up a party, papa?” she asked. “Yes,” he said. “It is a lovely morning for a drive and we may as well do so, all going who have time and inclination.” “I wonder if our young guest is awake yet,” Violet said to her husband as they turned away from the telephone. “Shall I send a servant up to see?”