Then at Amy, who sat smiling at her through the tears that had gathered in the thoughtful womanly brown eyes.
"Let me speak," said Lawrence Newt, quietly.

"Why should we not all be glad and happy with you?
You have found a sister, Aunt Martha has found herself and a son, I have found a wife, and Amy a husband." They returned to the room where they had left the guests, and the story was quietly told to Hope Wayne and the others.
Hope and Edward looked at each other.
"Little Malacca!" she said, in a low tone, putting out her hand.
"Sister Hope," said the young man, blushing, and his large eyes filling with tenderness.
"And my sister, too," whispered Ellen Bennet, as she took Hope's other hand..