She had decided to return, but the letters you sent made her happier about it.

I wanted you to know." Granny leaned against the casing, and began to sob unrestrainedly.
The Harvester supported her tenderly.
"Why don't do that, dear.

Don't cry," he begged.

"The Girl is home for always, Granny, and I'm so happy I am out to-night trying to keep from losing my mind with joy.

She will come to you to-morrow, I know." Granny tremulously dried her eyes.
"What an old sap-head I am!" she commented.