He was all her own and for ever! A man to lean upon; a man to be proud of; one who would listen and understand: to whom she could surrender her last stronghold--her will.

And the comfort of it all; the rest, the quiet, the assurance of everlasting peace: she who had been so torn and buffeted and heart-sore.
For many minutes she lay still from sheer happiness, thrilled by the warmth and pressure of his strong arms.

At last, when another thought could squeeze itself into her mind, she said: "Won't Uncle George be glad, Harry ?" "Yes," he answered, releasing her just far enough to look into her eyes.

"It will make him well.

You made him very happy this morning.