"So she is; she's been the making of me."
"So she has of me. Leastways," added Bessie in her characteristic manner, "she is making me. The business is not near finished yet."
"It's all right," whispered David to Mrs. Waring as they went into tea.
"I'm so glad," was her reply, "doubly glad."
There was really no need for him to tell her this; his face told the story so plainly—so very plainly—that when tea was over, and they were standing in Sunshine Patch, Mrs. Colston went up to them and said:
"And so you young folks have made each other happy."
"Why, how do you know? Who told you?" exclaimed Bessie.
"Know! Who told me? There was no need for anybody to tell me. Your faces tell the tale. Well, do you think you'll get on together all right?"
"I can get on with anybody," sang out Bessie, "if they only let me have my own way."
"Do you think we shall, Mrs. Colston?" asked David.