Apparently it was not, however, for presently I heard the sound of more than one kiss, and I knew that my dear Mistress Impulsive had her sister in her arms.
"Then you know all about it now, Hempie?"
"All about what?"
"Don't pretend,—about love. You do love him very much, don't you?"
"I don't know. I have never told him so!"
"Hempie!"
"It is true, Nance!"
"Then why have you come home?"
"To get married!" said the Hempie, calmly.
THE HEMPIE'S LOVE STORY