Nansie immediately ran down the little flight of wooden steps, and looked from one to the other of the men, both so dear to her.
"Nansie," said Kingsley, "I said that I would tell your father all. Forgive me; I have not done so."
"Why, Kingsley?"
"Because I left it to you."
"I may speak, then?"
"Yes."
And now there were tears in Nansie's eyes, happy tears. She approached closer to her father and took his hand.
"You said last night, father, that you thought I had a secret which I was keeping from you."
"Yes, child."
"I had; but I had given Kingsley a promise not to reveal it without his permission. I have his permission now, and I will tell it." Her bosom heaved, her lips trembled; she gazed fondly at her father.