Marget jumped up and ran and thanked us again, with tears in her eyes--this was the third time--for saving her and her uncle from being turned into the street, and we told her again we hadn't done it; but that was her way, she never could be grateful enough for anything a person did for her; so we let her have her say.

And as we passed through the garden, there was Wilhelm Meidling sitting there waiting, for it was getting toward the edge of the evening, and he would be asking Marget to take a walk along the river with him when she was done with the lesson.

He was a young lawyer, and succeeding fairly well and working his way along, little by little.
He was very fond of Marget, and she of him.

He had not deserted along with the others, but had stood his ground all through.

His faithfulness was not lost on Marget and her uncle.