She was leaning, half fainting, against his breast, like a wind-blown flower. "I've come for you," he said hoarsely. "Dearest, sweetest Jinnie!" She pressed backward, loyalty for another woman rising within her. "But Molly, Molly the Merry----" she breathed. Theodore shook his head. "I only know I love you, sweetheart, that I've come for you," and as his lips met hers, Jinnie clung to him, a very sweet young thing, and between those warm, passionate kisses she heard him murmur: "God made you mine, littlest love!" And so they went forth from the lonely farmhouse, with none but the cobbler's angels watching over them. THE END