"Without giving you time to set to partners," said Joan. Cicely looked up at them; her face was full of light. "Shall I tell them, Jim?" she said. "Got to, I suppose," said Jim. "My child," said Joan, "you need tell us nothing." "Your happy faces tell us all," said Nancy. Then, with a simultaneous relapse into humanity, they threw themselves upon her affectionately, and afterwards attacked Jim in the same way. He bore it with equanimity. "You don't deserve her, Jim," said Joan, "but we trust you to be kind to her." "From this day onwards," said Nancy, "you will begin a new life." _CHRONICLES OF THE CLINTONS_ BY ARCHIBALD MARSHALL _To be read in the following order_ THE SQUIRE'S DAUGHTER THE ELDEST SON THE HONOUR OF THE CLINTONS THE OLD ORDER CHANGETH THE CLINTONS, AND OTHERS End of Project Gutenberg's The Squire's Daughter, by Archibald Marshall