“I’m so happy, Aunt Dahlia, so happy,” she said, “and just think what I would have missed from my life if you had not wanted to keep that wild little gothlin five years ago. I would never have had you to love, nor my best friend,” the girl hesitated, and then with laughing eyes she added, “nor my husband.”

“Hark!” Phyllis said. “I hear tinkling bells outside. What can it be?”

“It’s a gypsy van,” Nan cried joyfully, “and Robert is driving. That is the surprise and surely a delightful one.”

[Five minutes later these two joyful gypsies started away in a covered wagon,] two horses in the lead, and Binnie, and Robert’s saddle horse, Firefly, trailing behind. Phyllis was to remain with Aunt Dahlia during the fortnight and together they stood on the veranda waving until the gypsy van had turned into the highway. Nan looked up at the driver as she said happily, “Robert, this is a wonderful surprise.” Then she added with sudden wistfulness, “I wish Manna Lou might have been at our wedding, but Uncle Basil promised to tell her all about it and give her my grateful love.”

They were slowly ascending the mountain road, and, when they reached the ridge, Robert drew to one side and stopped. “Nan comrade,” he said, “I want to climb to the top, for, somehow, it seems as though that peak must be our shrine for thanksgiving.”

Then, when they reached the boulder where they had stood twice before, the lad took both of the girl’s hands and looking into the dark glowing eyes, he said, “Elenan may be a fine Rumanian lady, if she wishes, but the comrade whom I love and always shall love is my dear, brave little wife, Gypsy Nan.”

Then together, hand in hand, they went down the trail and soon the tinkling of bells was heard as the gypsy van slowly crossed over the ridge and down another mountain road, where, at sunset, these two would make camp in a picturesque canyon called Happy Valley.

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