"Will it make any difference to you—my decision? Will you share my life—any way?"
Prue ran in at that instant, Linnet following. Hollis arose and walked around among the books. Prue squeezed herself into Marjorie's broad chair; and Linnet dropped herself on the hassock at Marjorie's feet, and laid her head in Marjorie's lap.
There was no trouble in Linnet's face, only an accepted sorrow.
"Marjorie, will you read to us?" coaxed Prue. "Don't you know how you used to read in Maple Street?"
"What do you feel like listening to?"
"Your voice," said Prue, demurely.
XXXI.
AND WHAT ELSE?
"What is the highest secret of victory and peace?
To will what God wills."—W.R. Alger.
And now what further remains to be told?