"Jack, old partner, you thought you'd got a monopoly on that boy of yours, but I've got in on the deal at last!"
"You haven't got any the best of me, Dave," Mr. Britton retorted, smiling through his tears, "for I've got a share now in the sweetest daughter on earth!"
"Yes, papa," Kate laughingly rejoined, "there are three of us Brittons now; the Underwoods are in the minority."
Which, though a new view of the situation to that gentleman, seemed eminently satisfactory.
Later, as Kate found Darrell at a window, looking thoughtfully out into the moonlit night, she asked,—
"Of what are you thinking, John?"
"Of what the years have done for us, Kathie; of how much better fitted for each other we are now than when we first loved."
"Yes," she whispered, as their eyes met, "'God's own good time' was the best."
THE END