She wrung her little hands.

Her brother's kindly advice, Bessie's warnings, and old Grandmother Watkins' words came back to her.

For the first time she believed what they said--that Wetzel loved her.

All at once the scales fell from her eyes and she saw this man as he really was.

All the thousand and one things he had done for her, his simple teaching, his thoughtfulness, his faithfulness, and his watchful protection--all came crowding on her as debts that she could never pay.