Sally attempted to answer, but the merriment upon her lips would not be controlled. She gave way to it. Her eyes, in spite of themselves, met Jarvis's. He was laughing too. His face, red showing beneath the tan, was too radiant with his happiness for him to be able to help Sally with any further effort at concealment. "Don't you think we may as well own up?" he questioned her. "Own up!" cried Alec. "Do you people flatter yourselves there's anything for you to own up to, that we don't already know?" "Good for you!" And Max rose up to shake Jarvis's hand. "It's nothing new, but it's great!" roared Bob, and patted his sister's shoulder. "My dear!" said Mrs. Burnside. She rose, and Sally ran to her. Josephine followed eagerly, pausing to embrace her brother on the way. "I don't see," said Uncle Timothy, "but that I am the one to say the only fitting thing. Therefore I say it--from my heart." He seized Jarvis's hand. Sally turned from Josephine to put her arm about his neck. "God bless you, my children," said Uncle Timothy. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Strawberry Acres, by Grace S. Richmond