Doris shed tears over the letter, for she knew that, reticent though the writer was about his own feelings, she must have made him exceedingly unhappy.
And when Doris thanked God that night before she slept that He had heard her prayers, and that He had mercifully given her her heart's desire, she prayed, also, for Norman Sinclair that he might be comforted and blessed exceedingly.
CHAPTER XXV.
A HAPPY WEDDING.
Never to part till angels call us home.
Song, "Golden Love."
The span of life's not long enough,
Nor deep enough the sea,
Nor broad enough this weary world
To part my love from me.
Anon.
So they were wed, and merrily rang the bells,
Merrily rang the bells when they were wed.
LONGFELLOW.
"After all, Doris," said Alice, the next morning, "you will have a trousseau, and a very pretty one, too. For I am going to buy it for you. Yes, indeed, it is to be my wedding present."
"I don't know how to thank you," said Doris.
"Then don't try. Pay me the compliment of accepting what I have much pleasure in giving."
Doris rose, and, throwing her arms round her friend's neck, gave her a hug.
"How soon do you intend to be married?" asked Alice, presently.