The happy lover looked about for his fiance when, to his stupefaction, the old lady arose briskly from her chair, threw off cap, silvery wig, gown of black, and stood revealed as the child herself, smiling roguishly up at him from beneath the sunbonnet.

With a glad cry he would have seized her, when she stayed him with lifted hand.

Once more she astounded him.

Swiftly she threw off sunbonnet, blonde wig, print dress, and stood before him revealed as none other than the Gordon daughter.
Hubert Throckmorton had lost his wager.

Slowly, as the light of recognition dawned in his widening eyes, he gathered the beautiful girl into his arms.