'No, Master Caleb,' she said simply, 'because I was glad to come.'
It was not the words only, but something in her voice, that made him say suddenly, 'Oh Dorothy! oh Dorothy!'
Until that moment we had quite forgotten, Mrs. Janet and I, that we ought not to be there. But now, as he bent his head down lower and lower over the clasped hands he held, Mrs. Janet with a sudden pull drew me out into the passage, and shut the door upon them.
'Bless their foolish hearts, poor dears,' she ejaculated drying her eyes vehemently in the passage.
'Oh Mrs. Janet,' I could not help saying, in the fulness of my heart, 'how glad I am that it has come right.'
'Come right!' she echoed, turning round on me.
'Come right! of course it has, Willie Lisle. Who ever thought it wouldn't? There were no two ways about it.'
Master Caleb and Dorothy were married from Furzy Nook.
A wedding was of all things in the world the most delightful to Farmer Foster and his wife. A few hours only were needed to make them take Mistress Dorothy home to their hearts as if she had been a grandchild of their own. The sweet quiet face, the black gown, and the little touch of romance in the story of her presence there, won their own welcome.