It would be most ungracious to refuse." With a face in which shyness, nervousness, pride, and defiance strove for the mastery, Rona approached Lord Glyncraig.

He held out his hand to her.
"Won't you bury the hatchet, and let us be friends at last, Rona ?" he said.

"I'm proud of my granddaughter to-day.

You're a true chip of the old block, a Mitchell to your finger-tips--and" (in a lower tone) "with your mother's voice thrown into the bargain.

Blood is thicker than water, child, and it's time now for bygones to become bygones.