"I shall not go away, my little dove," he said simply.
"Then Miss Isabel isn't angry any more?" asked Margery.
"No, and it is your blessed little plan that saved us," said Mr. Dean. "You dear little dove of peace and good tidings, you brought the olive branch."
"And now I can keep you and Miss Isabel?" asked Margery.
"You can keep me; I'm not so sure about Miss Isabel," said Mr. Dean.
"I'm not afraid of losing her," laughed Margery happily. "Oh, I'm so glad, I'm so glad you can stay!"
"What shall we do to show how glad we are?" asked Mr. Dean.
Margery considered the question seriously.
"Let's kneel right down and thank God," pious little Margery suggested at last, and as there was no one there to see, the big man and the little maiden knelt down on the grass under the pines with their Gothic arches, and said a most sincere prayer of thanksgiving.