"No," she fibbed, with a soft laugh. "Anyhow—well, so far you've passed the examination beautifully. Is there—is there anything more you have to say for yourself before sentence is passed?"
"Yes," he answered. "I came through the gate in the hedge." He went forward and dropped on his knee. "And I ask you to be my wife."
"Who told you?" she gasped, striving to recover the hand he had seized on.
"Miss Mullett."
"Traitress!" Then she laughed. "That was my secret. But I know yours."
"Mine? You mean—"
"Yes, about the name of your mine. I saw it on an envelope in the parlor the other night. I don't see why you didn't want me to know. I'm sure I think it was very sweet of Edward to name the mine after me." She looked down at him mischievously. He got to his feet, still holding her hands—he had captured both now—and looked down at them as they lay in his.
"It wasn't Ed who—I mean it wasn't exactly his idea," he said.
"You mean that it was yours?"
"Well, yes, it was."