"Yes, yes—go on!"
"Well, they were sweethearts, but they had a quarrel or something, and—anyhow, Mr. John Sanborn ran away."
"How long ago?"
"Twenty years; and now he's back, and they've made everything all up lovely, and he wants to marry her and take her West."
"Oh-h!" breathed Genevieve. "It is just like a story; isn't it? And didn't it turn out lovely!"
"Y-yes, only it hasn't turned out yet."
"What's the matter? I thought you said they'd made it all up!"
"They have. She'll marry him; but she—she's afraid of Texas, too, just as Mrs. Granger was, I guess."
"Oh, I see," cried Genevieve. "Pooh! We'll fix that in no time," finished the Texas "missionary," with confidence.
"There, I knew you would," sighed her friend, blissfully. "You see, I specially wanted Miss Sally to be happy, because I couldn't find—" Cordelia caught herself up in time. She must not, of course, tell Genevieve about Sally Hunt's lost brother whom she had failed to find. "Well, you know, anyway, Sally Hunt is very poor," she explained hastily; "and everybody said, when we went to Texas last summer, that she'd have to go to the Poor Farm soon, if something wasn't done. So I'm specially glad to have her happy, and—" Cordelia stopped, and turned to Genevieve with a new look in her eyes.