“Matt, don’t! It won’t do, you know! Yes, I say so still. You’re a rich woman, and I’m only a poor devil of a painter. You must marry some great swell.” But Matt replied-- “I shall never marry any one but _you!_” “You won’t? Do you mean it?” “Of course I do.” He caught her in his arms. “My darling Matt--yes, I shall call you by that dear name to the end of the chapter. You love me, then? I can’t believe it!” “I have loved you,” she answered, laughing, “ever since I first came--‘to be took!’” And she rested her head on his shoulder, just as she had done in the old days, when she was an unsophisticated child of Nature. “So there’s to be a wedding, after all,” he said, kissing her. “Matt, I’ve an idea!” “Yes?” “When we marry, suppose we arrange to spend the honeymoon in--a CARAVAN!” THE END. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Matt, by Robert Buchanan