"Do not think it is just selfishness, dearest, my trying to intrude on your sacred hour of coming home, but—"
"You could not intrude," she said softly. "For you belong in the home-coming. It would not be coming home at all if you were not here."
Her lips were quivering, and the tears rushed to her eyes as he put his arms around her.
After a time, Zee opened the door and whirled out upon them.
"Mercy!" she said. "I was coming after you. Father wants everybody to be right there every minute."
"I know now there never was any chance for the bishop," said MacCammon, smiling. "Oh, the poor bishop! That bad little Rosalie was just scaring me."
"That bad little Rosalie is turning out to be a great and glorious girl," said Doris proudly. "Isn't she? And to think we used to call her the awful Problem of the manse."
"That bad little Rosalie is turning out a perfectly grand and glorious girl because she had a sweet wise sister to solve the awful problems for her. I know, for she told me herself."
Zee, leaning patiently against the wall, held up a respectful hand as though to a teacher in school.
"May I speak now, please? Father wants his General to take charge."