Jane snipped off her thread and turned to look at her younger sister. "Do as you like, Nan, of course," said she, "but--if you want to look quite perfect in my eyes you ’ll leave it off." "Good for you!" Peter observed Nancy’s simple frock and fair neck with approval. "Lots of time for the gewgaws when they ’re needed to cover up the hollows." "Now I ’ll go help mother," said Jane, having adjusted Rufus’s cravat to his satisfaction, mended a tiny rip in Ross’s glove, and given her father a hug, since his dressing was completed, and there seemed to be nothing else she could do for him. He had held her fast, regardless of her bridal attire, for he had missed her sorely during her two months’ absence, and the thought that, however often she might seek it, his roof was no longer hers, was one not easily assimilated. "I should really not have felt properly dressed," averred Mrs. Bell, as Jane hovered about her, performing all sorts of small offices, "if you had not been here to assure me that I was quite right in all points." As Jane smiled, first at her mother, then at her father, wondering how she had ever been able, even for Murray’s sake, to leave two people so dear, a low call, apparently proceeding from downstairs, reached her ear, and she turned quickly to listen. "Jane?" came the voice again, interrogatively. "Gentle Jane, you ’re not lost to me for good and all?" Jane ran to the head of the small stairway and looked down. In the light from a bracket lamp at the foot, her husband’s face smiled up at her. A bright, strong face it was, ruddy with health, and alert with interest in that which he beheld at the top of the stairs. Murray was in evening dress, and as Jane observed the fact she cried softly and regretfully: "Why, it must be later than I thought! I did n’t mean to be away when you came--I ’m so sorry! It doesn’t seem as if I ’d been here five minutes." "No excuses necessary, dear," he answered. "When I sent you word, I did n’t expect to be able to get away till the last minute, but a telegram from a man who had an appointment with father let us out, and I followed my message home. I came after you because mother is getting a bit uneasy. She wants to be sure the bride is at her elbow, ready for the fray, though not a soul will show up, of course, till long after the hour on the cards." "I ’ll come this minute," and Jane caught up her long coat, threw a kiss at her family, and hurried down. "You ’ll all come right away, won’t you?" she called back, and let Murray walk off with her. At the curb she paused. "I meant to have borrowed Nan’s rubbers," she said, looking down at her white-shod feet. "I forgot when I came over." "That’s easy," and Murray had her across the street before she could protest that she was too heavy for him. "You could n’t have done that when I first knew you, could you?" laughed Jane, with pride in his strength of arm.