"I'll come with you, dear, if I may," she said, rising. "I'll leave you. Jack, to talk with Tolai, and wait for Farmer Carwell."
"Right you are," said Jack, lighting his pipe. "Come out for a stroll, Tolai. We have lots to talk about."
Tera drew Rachel into the bedroom and shut the door. Then she looked at her steadily, and kissed her. "Has Mr. Mayne proposed?" she asked.
"Oh, how did you guess?" fluttered Rachel, growing very red. "Yes, dear. He has asked me to be his wife."
"And have you promised to marry him?"
"Well, I love him very much, Bithiah, and he belongs to our congregation, and he has a nice farm, and is good-looking, and----"
"Ah, I see you said yes."
"Oh!" Rachel flung her arms round Tera's neck. "I am so happy."
"Poor dear!" sighed the native girl; "and I am about to make you wretched."
Rachel drew back in amazement. "Make me wretched?" she gasped.