“—Till I go forth and bring it home,
And house if within my door—
Row along, row along home, ci, ci!”
Then he turned the corner of the road. A girl was hurrying between the long lines of trees. It was Joy Gargrave. There was no laughter on her face, but the blood was warm in it, and her eyes were shining.
“Oh, my dear!” she said, half sobbing with gladness as he took her in his arms.
“At last,” he whispered, then together they turned and walked towards the lodge.
“Babette?” he inquired.
“She is well!” Then Joy laughed gaily. “She had the good sense to remain indoors. You know she is going to be married.”
“No?”
“It has been arranged a long time, before ever you came to North Star, but the little minx only told me the other day, when she knew that you were really coming back.”
“Who is the man?”