"I can't see any objections to it," said mother. "Where is your young man? I'm crazy to see him," cried the Princess. "If you have gone and found a better looking one than mine, I'll never speak to you again." "She hasn't!" cried Mrs. Pryor calmly, like that settled it. I like her. "They're not made!" "I am not so sure of that," said Shelley proudly. "Mother, isn't my man quite as good looking, and as nice in every way, as Laddie?" "Fully as handsome, and so far as can be seen in such a short time, quite as fine," said mother. I was perfectly amazed at her; as if any man could be! "I don't believe it, I won't stand it, and I shan't go home until I have seen for myself!" cried the Princess, laughing, and yet it sounded as if she were half-provoked, and I knew I was. The Paget man was all right, but I wasn't going to lose my head over him. Laddie was the finest, of course! "Well, he's somewhere on the place with our men, this minute," said Shelley, "but you stay for supper, and meet him." "When you haven't your arrangements made yet! You surely are unselfish! Of course I won't do that, but I'd love to have one little peep, then you bring him and come over to-morrow, so all of us can become acquainted, and indeed, I'm really in earnest about a double wedding." "Go see where the men are," said Shelley to me. I went to the back door, and their heads were bobbing far down in the orchard. "They're under the greening apple tree," I reported. "If you will excuse us," said Shelley to Mr. and Mrs. Pryor, "we'll walk down a few minutes and prove that I'm right." "Don't stay," said Mrs. Pryor. "This trip is so unusual for me that I'm quite tired. For a first venture, in such a long time, I think I've done well. But now I'm beginning to feel I should go home." "Go straight along," said the Princess. "I'll walk across the fields, or Thomas can come back after me." So Mr. and Mrs. Pryor went away, while the Princess, Shelley, May, and I walked through the orchard toward the men. They were standing on the top of the hill looking over the meadow, and talking with such interest they didn't hear us or turn until Shelley said: "Mr. Paget, I want to present you to Laddie's betrothed--Miss Pamela Pryor." He swung around, finishing what he was saying as he turned, the Princess took a swift step toward him, then, at the same time, both of them changed to solid tombstone, and stood staring, and so did all of us, while no one made a sound. At last the Paget man drew a deep, quivery breath and sort of shook himself as he gazed at her. "Why, Pam!" he cried. "Darling Pam, cawn it possibly be you?" If you ever heard the scream of a rabbit when the knives of a reaper cut it to death, why that's exactly the way she cried out. She covered her eyes with her hands. He drew back and smiled, the red rushed into his face, and he began to be alive again. Laddie went to the Princess and took her hands. "What does this mean?" he begged.