Holding both her hands fast, Guy led her up into the house--and found himself alone with her in the shadowy hall. With one gay shout Nan had driven away toward the barn. The inner doors were all closed. Blessing the wondrous sagacity of his womankind, Guy took advantage of his moment. "Nan brought you--I see that. I know you're very fond of her, but--you didn't come wholly to please her, did you--Margaret?" "Not wholly." "I've been looking all day for my answer. I--oh--I wonder if--" he was gathering courage from her aspect, which for the first time in his experience failed to keep him at a distance--"_dare_ I think you--_bring it_?" She slowly lifted her face. "I thought it was so--so dear of you," she murmured, "to come home to your people instead of--staying with me. I thought you deserved--what you say--you want--" "_Margaret_--you--" "I haven't given you any Christmas present. Will--I--do?" "Will _you_ do!... _Oh_!"--It was a great explosive sigh of relief and joy, and as he gave vent to it he caught her close. "Will--_you_--do!... Good Lord!... I rather _think you will_!" * * * * * _"Emeline--"_ _"Yes, John dear?"_ _"You're not--crying?"_ _"Oh, no--no, no, John!" What a blessing deafness is sometimes! The ear cannot detect the delicate tremolo which might tell the story too plainly. And in the darkness of night, the eye cannot see._ _"It's been a pretty nice day, hasn't it?"_ _"A beautiful day!"_ _"I guess there's no doubt but the children care a good deal for the old folks yet."_ _"No doubt at all, dear."_ _"It's good to think they're all asleep under the roof once more, isn't it?--And one extra one. We like her, don't we?"_ _"Oh, very, very much!"_ _"Yes, Guy's done well. I always thought he'd get her, if he hung on. The Fernalds always hang on, but Guy's got a mite of a temper--I didn't know but he might let go a little too soon. Well--it's great to think they all plan to spend every Christmas Day with us, isn't it, Emeline?"_ _"Yes, dear--it's--great."_ _"Well--I must let you go to sleep. It's been a big day, and I guess you're tired. Emeline, we've not only got each other--we've got the children too. That's a pretty happy thing at our age, isn't it, now?"_ _"Yes--yes."_ _"Good night--Christmas Night, Emeline."_ _"Good night, dear."_ * * * * * By the Same Author The Second Violin The Indifference of Juliet With Juliet in England Round the Corner in Gay Street Also many short stories for children * * * * *