“I’ll ask him to be best man,” said her lover promptly. “As for our crimes, I’ll tell you, darling of my heart; let’s turn over a new leaf and live straight and happy ever after.”
“Let’s,” agreed Darcy with a sigh of happiness.
Half an hour later Tom Harmon and Gloria outside heard music, the cradling measures of the little song, and crept to the door hand in hand. They caught the mention of Boulder Brook and shamelessly listened. The pair within were already future-building on Tom Harmon’s property.
“And we’ll get on that same train right after the wedding,” said Remsen.
“And get off at Weirs,” added the prospective bride.
“And have the festive native there to meet us with ‘th’ ole boat.’”
“And take that awful, bumpy road slower than we did before.”
“And go straight to the Farmhouse—”
“I’m sorry, children,” the rightful owner of the coolly appropriated property broke in upon their dreams; “but you can’t have the Farmhouse.”
“Oh!” said Darcy, hastily moving north-by-west on the piano seat.