"Go north again!" Harmon repeated. "Why, I thought you were through with the north forever."
"Oh, no, not at all. I have work to do there yet. It is necessary for me to be present at the trial of that villain, Curly, and that will take some time. Then I wish to visit Glen West, and attend to some matters there. Sconda and his wife will look well after our house, for we plan to go there every summer for a holiday. And we shall take you, too, for I know you would enjoy the scenery."
"That would be a great treat to me," Harmon replied. "But you will have time to write that article before you leave, will you not?"
The others laughed, so anxious was the editor for the welfare of his paper.
"I am afraid I shall not have time now," Redmond told him. "There is much to be done in the two weeks before the great event."
"The great event! I do not understand."
"Look," and Redmond drew his attention to Glen's blushing face. "Now do you understand?"
"Oh, I see," and Harmon smiled. "A wedding; is that it?"
"It seems so from all appearance, and that means a great deal of work for us all."
"And you will live here?" Harmon eagerly asked, turning to Glen.