"I forgive all," said the young man. "I know it was hard to believe me innocent."
"And impossible to believe you guilty. She was only waiting for more light."
The widow and her two boys came out to meet them.
"Mother, behold this big man! He is to be my husband." The girl looked up at him proudly.
"And my son?" said Mrs. Vaughn, with a smile, as she kissed him.
"You've lost no time."
"Oh! I didn't intend to give up so soon," said Polly, "but—but the supper would have been ruined."
"It's now on the table," said Mrs. Vaughn.
"I've news for you," said Polly, as they were sitting down. "Tunk has reformed."
"He must have been busy," said Trove, "and he's ruined his epitaph."
"His epitaph?"