O Lord! Betty Jo, what ever will you do?
How will you ever save the fineness of your love?
If you were afraid to trust yourself with the help of Auntie Sue's presence, what in the world can you do without her--and you actually keeping house with him?
Oh, Auntie Sue! Auntie Sue!" she groaned, "you are the dearest woman in the world and the best and wisest, but you have blundered terribly this time! Why DID you do such a thing! It is not fair to him! It is not fair to me! It is not fair to our love! "All of which,"-- the practical Betty Jo declared a moment later, wiping her eyes on the corner of her apron, and going into the other room to set the table for breakfast,--"all of which, Betty Jo, does not in the least help matters, and only makes you more nervous and upset than you are.
"One thing is certain sure," she continued, while her hands were busy with the dishes and the table preparations: "If we can endure this test, we need never, never, never fear that anything nor anybody can ever, ever make us doubt the genuineness of our love.

Auntie Sue has certainly arranged it most beautifully for Brian Kent and Betty Jo Williams to become thoroughly acquainted." Betty Jo suddenly paused in her work, and stood very still: "I wonder," she said slowly,--"can it be,--is it possible,--what if Auntie Sue has brought about this situation for that very reason ?" "Breakfast ready ?" cried Brian at the kitchen-door, and his voice was so hearty and natural that the girl answered as naturally: "It will be as soon as you are ready for it.

I forget, do you like your eggs three minutes or four ?" They really managed that breakfast very well, even if they did sit opposite each other so that each was forced to look straight across the table into the face of the other.

Or, perhaps, it was because they looked at each other so straight and square and frankly honest that the breakfast went so well.
And because the breakfast went so well, they managed the dinner and the supper also.
"I have been thinking," said Brian at the close of their evening meal, looking straight into the gray eyes over the table, "perhaps it might be better for you to stay at neighbor Tom's until Auntie Sue returns.

I'll hitch up 'Old Prince' and drive you over, if you say.