"Then it's as good as settled.

I'm sure the poor old professor will feel that you've taken a great burden off his shoulders, and that this will be the most profitable year's education that Marion will ever have." Hardly had their visitor departed, when Mrs.Ware was seized around the waist by a young cyclone that waltzed her through the kitchen, down the garden walk and out to the shade of the tree where Jack sat reading in his wheeled chair.

"Tell him, mamma," Mary demanded, breathless and panting.

"I'm too happy for words.

Then call in the neighbours, and sing the Doxology!" Later, as she and Jack sat discussing the situation with a zest which left no phase of it untouched, he said teasingly, "You needn't be pluming yourself complacently over all those compliments.