A half-hour later Mrs. Nairn tapped at the door and smiled rather broadly when she came in. Then she shook her head reproachfully.
"Ye should have been asleep a while since," she scolded Vane, and then turned to Evelyn. "Is this the way ye intend to look after him?"
She waved the girl toward the door and when she joined her in the passage she kissed her effusively.
"Ye have got the man I would have chosen ye," she declared. "It will no be any fault of his if ye are sorry."
"I have very little fear of that," laughed Evelyn.
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's Vane of the Timberlands, by Harold Bindloss