"There with the goods," put in Zee impishly.
"We just naturally rose to the standard of the manse," said the General grandly.
MacCammon had not released his hold of Doris' hand, and now he drew her outside the room and closed the door.
"Doris," he said, "I can't wait any longer. I am afraid the bishop might send a telegram, or come flying in by aeroplane. And I want to make sure of belonging to this family right away. You are wonderful—all of you—the whole family."
"It is the manse," said Doris, smiling. "It keeps us up, and coming. We have to live up to it."
"It is the manse, partly, perhaps," he said, "but it is mostly—"
"I know—it is mostly father. Nobody could doubt that. Did you ever see a father like him?"
"I never did, and I never saw a Doris like you. Please excuse me, dearest, for making you think of me, when your heart is full of your father, and your sisters, and your manse—but I love you very much. When your father's eyes are strong and well, and when Rosalie has finished college, and when Treasure is really ready for promotion to a captaincy—then will you come and make me happy?"
Doris flushed warmly, and lifted her eyes to his face, looking steadily at him.