It was already supper-time when the sleigh turned into Pine Tree Lane and Jean, entering softly at the rear to surprise Aunt Cheerful, halted noiselessly in the kitchen. For though the room beyond was quite empty save for the humming Emperor and the busy swashbuckler in the fire, Aunt Cheerful was chatting away to an invisible guest. And these were the words Lady Ariel heard: "A biscuit, Robert? . . . Certainly. Oh, I am so sorry Lady Ariel missed her train. She has grown so fond of my biscuit. . . . And here, my dear boy, is your favorite jam. . . . Robert," she said wistfully, "I do so wish you could grow to love my beautiful Lady Ariel. Each day she grows more lovely. She is so quick and sweet and tireless, so ever-mindful of my comfort and my poor lame foot. . . . And do you know, Robert, I can not help thinking that with her wonderful gray eyes and the shining masses of her dark hair, she must be very like my Lady in the Fire. . . . To be sure, Robert, you are right as always. . . . It is true that I have never seen the face in the fireglow but I would so like that daughter of my dreams to be like my dear, dear Lady Ariel. . . . No! No! Robert, I do not know who she is. . . . I will not ask her that. . . . Surely she will tell me in her own good time if she wishes me to know. And, besides, has she not asked me to trust her? . . . And Robert, it is so very odd. Though she has the white and beautiful hands of a princess with never a mark of toil upon them, yet she has scrubbed and swept and ironed and baked for me as busily as a farmer's daughter. She is so quick to learn, so gentle and tactful--Oh, Robert!"--her voice shook with a little sob--"I'm altogether a very foolish old woman but I've grown to love her so that I can not let her go out of my life as swiftly and strangely as she came into it. If only you would come and help me keep her--" But the Lady Ariel was gone, out into the shadows of the pines, the hot tears raining down her face. And late that night a telegram went singing over the wires to Denver, a telegram having to do with a flame-colored satin and a case of jewels. [Illustration] IV Son Robert's Letter [Illustration] IV FROM Aunt Cheerful's kitchen came the sound of a woman singing, of footsteps, quick and light, and presently of a pleasant call through the doorway into the room beyond. "Aunt Cheerful?" "Yes, Lady Ariel?" "I've polished the Emperor until he fairly illumines the kitchen!" "My dear, you pamper him _too_ much!" "And I've made the salad for supper--" "Bless your dear, generous heart, child!" exclaimed Aunt Cheerful. "You're too good. Now come help me string cranberries for the chapel tree. I'm sure you'll find it restful after such a busy hour in the kitchen."