Only, I hate to have you see this battered mug of mine." "You needn't--care," said Columbine, unsteadily.

And indeed, in that first glance she did not see him clearly.

A mist blurred her sight and there was a lump in her throat.

Then, to recover herself, she looked around the cabin.
"Well--Wils Moore--if this isn't fine!" she ejaculated, in amaze and delight.

Columbine sustained an absolute surprise.