Grace was making no effort to conceal the fact that her own were running over.
"You mustn't cry, girls," faltered Ruth.

"It's the happiest day of--my--life." Then she buried her face in her hands and ran into the house.

Grace and Arline followed, to find her huddled on the lowest step of the stairs, her slender shoulders shaking.
"I--I can't help it," she sobbed.

"You would cry, too, if after being driven from pillar to post ever since you were little, you'd suddenly find that there was some one in the world who loved you and wanted to take care of you." "Of course you can't help crying," soothed Grace, stroking the bowed head.

"Arline and I cried, too.