The sudden change from misery to joy had been so great that the girl could hardly believe that it was real, and she gazed uncomprehendingly into the eager, handsome face of the lad. Then slowly she read in his glowing eyes the truth of all he had said, and she smiled tremulously. It was enough for Jean Willoughby. Joyfully he cried, "You _do_ care, Jane!" Then taking from his pocket a ring, he added (and there was infinite tenderness in his voice), "That last summer on the coast of Maine, when little mother and I were alone together, she gave me this for _you_, dearest girl." Again there were sudden tears in the dark eyes that were lifted to his. "Not for _me_, Jean. Your mother would have chosen a girl who could do useful things; pare potatoes, sew and darn." The lad laughed happily, and catching the slim left hand, he slipped the ring on the finger for which it was intended. Then he kissed each of the five finger tips as he confessed, "It may seem inconsistent, but I want these lovely hands kept stainless. We will have a Chinaman to pare and cook." Then slowly they walked toward the cabin. Meg and Dan had returned and with Merry and Julie were standing on the rustic front porch wondering where Jane had wandered, and why she remained away so long. When they saw the two coming toward them, hand in hand, their faces, even in the dusk, that had so quickly fallen, revealing their secret, there was joy in the hearts of Merry and Dan. Jane would no longer be unhappy. When they had entered the lighted living-room of the cabin, Merry exclaimed as she held out her left hand, "I also am to be congratulated. I am to be married to Jean's brother on the first day of September." "Let's make it a double wedding, Jane, can't we?" her fiance implored. "I'd like to!" The radiant girl glanced at Dan, then added, "If my big brother will give his consent." "Indeed you have it, Jane," that lad said heartily. "I know that I am voicing our father's sentiments-to-be, when I say that I am proud to welcome Jean Willoughby into our family." Of their own secret Meg and Dan had decided to say nothing. Then remembering the commonplaces, Jane said: "We're waiting supper for the boys. Where did they go and why?" She looked at both Julie and Dan. "You two surely know, since you were with them. It is nearly seven and getting dark rapidly. Aren't you anxious about them, Dan?" "I shall be if they do not soon return," the lad replied. "Perhaps we had better have the good supper you have prepared. There is no need to spoil it for all." "I'm not a bit hungry," Jane said and Merry teased: "Why, Janey, you must be in love."