Jacqueline, with a sudden soft kindliness for the small flushed face and startled eyes, bent her flower-crowned head and kissed Vinie.

"Oh!" breathed Vinie.

"Yeth, yeth, Mith Jacqueline, I thertainly wish you well!" "Where's Tom ?" asked Rand.

"Tom should be here--" but Vinie had slipped from the ring about the bride.

Adam followed; Mr.Pincornet had already faded away.