He rested the tips of his fingers on her shoulders, standing off and looking at her with all the old fondness in his eyes. He had spoken buoyantly; his manner was that of a young man about to confide a love affair to a sympathetic sister. Phil slipped from under his hands and stood rigid, with her back against the geranium box. She swallowed a sob and lifted her head to meet the blow. He would not have it thus, but caught her hands and swung them in a tight clasp. "It's Nan, Phil, dear: Nan's promised to marry me! She's been saying she never would. It was only last night she agreed to take this poor old wreck and try to make a man of me. We meant to tell you to-day if Fred Holton hadn't come in, and then the girls had to run. But nobody is to know for a month yet; we mean to be married at Easter. That last point we fixed up just now in the library. You see what a lot of things can happen right here in dear old Montgomery within twenty-four hours." He waited for one of her characteristic Philesque outbursts--one of the tumultuous mussings with which she celebrated her happy surprises. Nothing was needed to complete his joy but Phil's approval, about which he had never had the slightest question. In his last talk with Nan on Christmas Eve they had discussed Phil and the effect of their marriage upon her rather more than upon themselves. And he had now exhausted himself upon the announcement; there was nothing more that he could say. Phil's hands were cold in his, and with an almost imperceptible pressure she was thrusting him away from her. Two great tears welled in her eyes and stole down her cheeks. "Why, Phil! I thought you--you of all people in the world--" "Mamma has come back!" said Phil colorlessly; and repeated, "mamma has come back. She is at Uncle Amy's, and I have seen her." There was silence for a little space while he stared at her. Their eyes met in a long gaze. He grew suddenly white and she felt the trembling of his hands. "O God, no!" he said hoarsely. "You don't mean that, Phil. This is a joke--not here; not in Montgomery! She would never do that. Come, you mustn't trifle with me; it's--it's too horrible." His voice sank to a whisper with his last word. The word and his tone in uttering it had not expressed the full sense of the horror that was in his face. "It is true, daddy," she said softly, kindly. "I have seen her; I have talked with her." "You saw her at Amzi's?" he asked dully. "Yes; she came last night. I didn't know it until I got to the house this morning. They were all there, and when I went in they tried to send me off; they thought I oughtn't to see her." "There was a scene, then; they were ugly about it?" "They tried to be; but it didn't go!" He noted the faltering triumph of her tone and looked at her more closely. "They wanted her to go and she held her ground against them?" "I held it with her," said Phil. "You didn't think she should go; was that it, Phil?"