“I can only accept your generous offer on one condition,” said Nicholas.
“And what is that?”
“That you will be my wife!”
A vivid blush came over Miss Hetty’s countenance. She “couldn’t think of such a thing,” she said. Nevertheless, an hour afterwards the two united lovers had fixed upon the marriage-day.
The house does not look so prim as it used to do. The yard is redolent with many fragrant flowers. The front door is half open, revealing a little girl playing with a kitten.
“Hetty,” says a matronly lady, “you have got the ball of yarn all over the floor. What would your father say if he should see it?”
“Never mind, mother; it was only kitty that did it.”
Marriage has filled up a void in the heart of Miss Hetty. Though not so prim, or perhaps careful, as she used to be, she is a good deal happier. Three hearts are filled with thankfulness at every return of Miss Henderson’s Thanksgiving Day.