"Yes, Meg, we did unearth something and that is why Bob and Gerry hurried away in so mysterious a fashion." Then the lad told about the dirt-crusted shovel and pick and of the carved name. "Giguette!" the girl repeated as though she were searching her memory for something forgotten. Then lifting a radiant face, she exclaimed: "Dan Abbott, that is my name. I was only a little thing, less than three, when someone taught me to lisp that my name was 'Lalie Giguette' when anyone asked. Until now, I had completely forgotten." CHAPTER XXXV. JANE AND JEAN Meanwhile the three girls in the kitchen were preparing the evening meal with much nonsensical chatter, but Jane was finding the strain almost more than she could bear. She felt that she might overcome her desire to go to her room and sob her heart out, if only she could get away by herself for a few moments, and so she suddenly, exclaimed, "The one thing needed for our table is a bouquet. I saw a clump of the prettiest wild flowers yesterday, and if you girls will excuse me I'll go and get them." Merry at once saw through the ruse. Jane's flushed cheeks, quivering lips and tear-brimmed eyes told the story, and so she urged, "Do go, Jane, before it is dark. The cool mountain air will do you good." She did not offer to accompany her friend, realizing that she wanted to be alone. Jane left the cabin, and after crossing the brook, she hurried toward the cleft in a rock where she had seen the flowers of which she had spoken, but instead of gathering them, she threw herself down on a wide, flat boulder and sobbed bitterly. She did not hear footsteps hurrying toward her, but suddenly she was conscious that someone had taken her hand and was holding it with great tenderness. "Of course it is Dan," she thought, without glancing up. Dear old Dan who always understood. But in another second, when the someone spoke, Jane knew that it was Jean Willoughby and not her brother. Instantly she was on her feet, her cheeks flaming, her hand pressed over her pounding heart. There was a wild, frightened expression in her eyes and she was about to run, but she could not, for two strong arms caught and held her, as the lad implored, "Jane, dear, dear Jane, don't spurn me any longer. Don't you understand that I love you? The very fact that you could write that letter to me reveals the true nobility of your soul. I don't blame you in the least for finding it hard, at first, to adjust yourself to the changed conditions, but when it came to the testing, you would have told your father to do just what he did." Then, putting a hand over her quivering lips, he begged, "Don't let's talk about that subject now. There's something ever so much more interesting that I want to say. Jane, can you care enough for me to promise to be my wife?"