"They’ve got us both thrown and tied, Tobias! That’s the way Uncle Henry, and Aunt Ida, and all the rest of my family and Lorna’s people have got us fixed. They act as though we’d just got to marry each other. And after this mischance—breaking down here in the snow—they’ll all say we’re disgraced forever if we don’t announce the engagement." "Oh, sugar!" said the lightkeeper again, puffing away placidly. In the kitchen Lorna Nicholet was making a confidante of Miss Heppy quite as Ralph had trusted Tobias. Nor was the girl less determined to thwart the intention of her family in this matrimonial affair, than was Ralph in his attitude toward his relatives. "For love’s sake!" murmured the lightkeeper’s sister, realizing at last how much in earnest the girl was, "Miss Ida’ll near about have a conniption. She’s set her heart on you an’ Ralph marrying, for years." "And his Uncle Henry is just as foolish," sighed Lorna, wiping her eyes. "Why will old people never have sense enough to let young people’s affairs alone?" "Well, now, as you might say," Miss Heppy observed, "Miss Ida and Henry Endicott ain’t re’lly old. Forty-odd ain’t what ye might call aged—not in a way of speaking. But I cal’late they are some sot in their ways." "’Some sot’ is right, Miss Heppy," repeated Lorna, suddenly giggling and her vivid face a-smile once more. "In her own case Aunt Ida is a misogamist; yet she urges marriage on me. And Ralph’s Uncle Henry is a misogynist in any case. Why he is so anxious to force Ralph into the wedded state I do not see." "Seems to me them air purty hard names to call your aunt and Henry Endicott," murmured Miss Heppy. "Oh!" Lorna laughed again. "They just mean that Aunt Ida hates marriage and Uncle Henry hates women." Miss Heppy waggled a doubtful head. "They wasn’t like that when I first remember them, Lorny," she said. "Miss Ida Nicholet is a fine looking woman now. She was a pretty sight for anybody’s eyes when she was your age, or thereabout." "I know she was quite a belle when she was young," Lorna agreed, rather carelessly. "And Henry Endicott wasn’t any—what did you call him jest now?" "A misogynist—a hater of women." "He didn’t hate ’em none when he come here that first summer," said Miss Heppy, with a reflective smile. "He was a young professor at some college then. I expect he didn’t know as much about inventing things then as what he does now. But he knowed more how to please women. He pleased your Aunt Ida right well, I cal’late." "Never! You don’t mean it, Miss Heppy!" exclaimed Lorna, sensing a romance. "Yes, I thought then Miss Ida and Henry Endicott would make a match of it. But somehow—well, such things don’t always go the way you expect them to. Both your aunt and Professor Endicott were high-strung—same’s you and Ralph be, Lorny."