She shook her head, and said, "Hush, hush, dear"; and that no good could come of talking of it, and she wanted me to forget it.

She was very sweet and very gentle, and she smiled; but there were stern corners to her mouth, even when the smile was there.

And I guess she told him what was what.
Anyhow, I know they had quite a talk before she came up to me, for I was watching at the window for him to go; and when he did go he looked very red and cross, and he stalked away with a never-will-I-darken-this-door-again kind of a step, just as far as I could see him.
I don't know, of course, what will happen next, nor whether he'll ever come back for Theresa; but I shouldn't think even _she_ would want him, after this, if she found out.
And now where's _my_ love story coming in, I should like to know?
* * * * * _Two days after Christmas_.
Another wonderful thing has happened.

I've had a letter from Father--from _Father_--a _letter_--ME! It came this morning.

Mother brought it in to me.