The younger man went on, coming straight to the point: "Georgiana, marry me before you go back! You've promised to stay a week. Let's have a wedding here, next Wednesday. Then we'll leave Father Davy here comfortably with Mrs. MacFayden, and run up to see about getting things packed and shipped. I'll take that much of a vacation now. Then, in April, we'll go abroad for a real honeymoon and take Father Davy with us. I'd propose that now, but the seas are stormy in December and January and we mustn't risk it for him. But, let's not wait! Why should we? Now, honestly, why should we?" The girl turned her face, with a strange little look of appeal, toward her father, to meet such a look of entire comprehension as stirred her to the depths. Suddenly, obeying an impulse she did not understand, she drew herself gently away from Craig, rose and went to the figure in the big chair opposite. She sat down on the arm and, bending, dropped her face upon the fatherly shoulder, hiding it there. Craig sat perfectly still, watching the pair, as Father Davy put up a thin, white hand and patted the dark head. Then the two men smiled at each other. After a while Craig got up and quietly left the room. By and by Father Davy whispered: "What is it, dear? You're not ready? You shall not be hurried. Or is it----" She spoke into his ear. "I want to go back home--and earn--and earn--enough to----" "Can you earn it, daughter? Can you ever get enough ahead to provide what you would like? And meanwhile--he wants you very much, my dear. I think I know more of his heart than you do, in way. Last winter we had certain talks that showed me a little of that. Would it be such a blow to pride to do as he asks? Unless--in other ways you are not ready. If your love for him isn't quite mature enough yet----" "Oh, it isn't that; it's mature enough. It--it hasn't grown, in spite of me, all this year like--a--tumbleweed"--her voice was a little breathless--"not to have got its growth----" "Its first growth," amended her father, with a meaning smile. She nodded. "But--if you could know how I want--time to make the most of--what mother left me. I could do so much if I just had time. If I used it now I should have to use it up so fast! There'll be fifty dollars left when we get back. I could almost make that do, if--no, of course I couldn't. But I could earn more. O Father Davy, is it wrong of me to be so proud?" "Not wrong, my girl, but very natural, I suppose. Yet to me--well, dear, I hardly know how to say what I feel. I confess I should like to see you married to this man. Life is--so short----" They sat together in silence for a time; then Georgiana slipped back into the seat where she had been.