And so far as the love story for the book is concerned, _that_ isn't spoiled, after all, for it will be ever so much more exciting to have the violinist fall in love with Theresa than with Mother, for, of course, Theresa isn't in the same station of life at all, and that makes it a--a mess-alliance.

(I don't remember exactly what that word is; but I know it means an alliance that makes a mess of things because the lovers are not equal to each other.) Of course, for the folks who have to live it, it may not be so nice; but for my story here this makes it all the more romantic and thrilling.

So _that's_ all right.
Of course, so far, I'm the only one that knows, for I haven't told it, and I'm the only one that's seen anything.

Of course, I shall warn Mother, if I think it's necessary, so she'll understand it isn't her, but Theresa, that the violinist is really in love with and courting.
_She_ won't mind, I'm sure, after she thinks of it a minute.

And won't it be a good joke on Aunt Hattie and Grandfather when they find out they've been fooled all the time, supposing it's Mother, and worrying about it?
Oh, I don't know! This is some love story, after all! * * * * * _Two days later._ Well, I should say it was! What do you suppose has happened now?
Why, that wretched violinist is nothing but a deep-dyed villain! Listen what he did.