"I can ring for hot water, Emily, and there are more of the pound cakes."
"My dear, no. I must go upstairs and dress. Your father sent for my bag, and Julia says it is in my room."
She bade Derry a cheerful good-bye, and left them alone.
"I must go, too," said Derry, and took Jean's hand. He stood looking down at her. "May I come tomorrow?"
"Oh,—yes—"
"There's one thing that I should like more than anything, if we could go to church together—to be thankful that—that we've found each other—"
Tears in the shining eyes!
"Why are you crying?"
"Because it is so—sweet."
"Then you'll go?"