“We’re here for your wedding, my little girl,” said Mr. Fairfield, taking her in his arms.
“But—how did you know? How did you get here so quickly?”
“Ask Bill,” said Nan, laughingly; and then others crowded in, and all was bustle and excitement.
At seven, Farnsworth came, looking stunningly handsome in his uniform and with a glow of happiness on his fine, kindly face.
“Are you sure, Patty?” he whispered, as he met her in the hall.
“Sure, Little Billee,” she answered, happily.
“And you don’t regret the gorgeous wedding you were planning for June?”
“I like this better,” she said, simply.
And indeed, as a wedding, the occasion was all that could be desired.
As if by magic, flowers had bloomed everywhere. Guests in festal garb had arrived, and at last, to the soft strains of some stringed instruments, Patty walked with her father to meet the man to whom she so willingly and gladly entrusted her life’s happiness.