But before that migration was accomplished, there was a new arrival at Warstdale Manor. Queenie's boy was now two years old, and this time it was a small, fair girl that they placed in Garth's arms. "Our little daughter," he whispered tenderly. "What shall we call her, my wife?" But though no word crossed Queenie's lip the look in the brown eyes were all-sufficient, and he hastened to answer-- "It shall be as you wish, Queenie dearest. Of course I knew what you would say; we will call our little darling Emmie." FINIS.