I had not learned to question any emotion, and introspection troubled me no more than it did my pointer dog.
Before we had separated at the door of our house, I motioned to my mother, and we drew apart and seated ourselves beneath our own oaks in the front yard of Cowles' Farms.

Then I told her what had happened between Miss Grace and myself, and asked her if she was pleased.
"I am very content with thee," she answered, slowly, musingly.

"Thee must think of settling, Jack, and Miss Grace is a worthy girl.

I hope it will bring peace between our families always." I saw a film cross her clear, dark eye.

"Peace!" she whispered to herself.