"Oh, Rhoda, I am never going to be unhappy any more. Harold won't let me. He is going to help me all my life!" "She is going to help _me_!" corrected Harold firmly. "I'm the happiest fellow in the world, Rhoda, and you must be happy too. Come and kiss your new sister." Rhoda gave a little sob of joy, and flew into Evie's arms. "My own sister! And I can take care of you always. I shall have a right, and you will not have to worry any more, or be anxious, or troubled. Evie, Evie, you can forgive me now, you can feel that I have not spoiled your life! You will be happy even if you are lame!" "Yes, she will be happy--she has found a good man to take care of her!" said Mrs Chester, coming forward from the background, and taking Evie into a warm embrace. "My dear child, I thought, I hoped, it might come to this! Once upon a time I was afraid I might be jealous of Harold's wife, but not you, dear, not you! That would be impossible. We owe you too much. You are welcome--a thousand times welcome! I am a rich woman indeed, for I have two beautiful daughters instead of one!" Evie dropped her head on the broad, motherly shoulder and shed a tear of pure happiness and thankfulness. "Tom was right!" she said to herself softly. "Tom was right--it was too early to judge! Good has come out of evil!"