"Nobody ever'll know when Rob did change her mind about him," Ted assured her. "She can make you think black's green when she wants to." "Isn't she perfectly wonderful to-night?" sighed the pretty cousin, with a glance from her own home-made frock--in which, however, she looked like a freshly picked rose--to Roberta's bridal gown, shimmering through mistiness, simplicity itself, yet, as the little cousin well knew, the product of such art as she herself might never hope to command. "I always thought she was perfectly beautiful, but she's absolutely fascinating to-night." "Tell that to Rich. I'm afraid he doesn't appreciate her," laughed Ted, indicating his new brother-in-law, who, at the moment being temporarily unemployed, was to be observed following his bride with his eyes with a wistful gaze indicating helplessness without her even for a fraction of time. Roberta had been drawn a little away by her husband's best man, who had something to tell her which he had reserved for this hour. "Mrs. Kendrick," he was beginning--at which he was bidden to remember that he had known the girl Roberta for many years; and so began again, smiling with gratitude: "Roberta, have you any idea what is happening in Eastman to-night?" "Indeed I haven't, Hugh. Anything I ought to know of?" "I think it's time you did. Every employee in our store is sitting down to a great dinner, served by a caterer from this city, with a Christmas favour at every plate. The place cards have a K and G on them in monogram. There are such flowers for decorations as most of those people never saw. I don't need to tell you whose doing this is." He had the reward he had anticipated for the telling of this news--Roberta's cheek coloured richly, and her eyes fell for a moment to hide the surprise and happiness in them. "That may seem like enough," he went on gently, "but it wasn't enough for him. At every children's hospital in this city, and in every children's ward, there is a Christmas tree to-night, loaded with gifts. And I want you to know that, busy as he has been until to-day, he picked out every gift himself, and wrote the name on the card with his own hand." It was too much to tell her all at once, and he knew it when he saw her eyes fill, though she smiled through the shining tears as she murmured: "And he didn't tell me!" "No, nor meant to. When I remonstrated with him he said you might think it a posing to impress you, whereas it simply meant the overflow of his own happiness. He said if he didn't have some such outlet he should burst with the pressure of it!" Her moved laughter provided some sort of outlet for her own pressure of feeling about these tidings. When she had recovered control of herself she turned to glance toward her husband, and Hugh's heart stirred within him at the starry radiance of that look, which she could not veil successfully from him, who knew the cause of it.