Lord Deseret waived the question lightly with:
"Woman's whims are past all understanding, my dear. Perhaps she fell in love with Jim, as the rest of us did."
"Why, she was old enough to be his mother," said Gracie, with little idea how near she may have come to the truth.
"You understand, I suppose?" he said to Jim that night, as they sat smoking together.
And Jim nodded soberly.
"When did she marry?" he asked presently.
"Last March. Your father was kilted in January."
"And Kattie is still with her?"
"Still with her, and going to make as fine a dancer as she is pretty a girl. You did well for her when you placed her in the Beteta's hands, my boy."
"Poor little Kattie!" said Jim. "I'm glad she came to me that night."