It is Aunt Jemima who is Papa's sister." All this seemed quite convincing.

Michael felt relieved.
"I see," he said.

"Well, it appears simple enough.

I believe I could be back by Thursday, and I could have my chaplain and a friend of mine, and we could get the affair over in the chapel--and then you can go back to the Inn with your certificate--and I can go to Paris--free!" And his thoughts added, "And even if poor Maurice does die soon, I need fear nothing!" Now that their two fates seemed settled, Miss Delburg got out of the chair and stood up in a dignified way; her soft cheeks were the color of a glowing pink rose, and her violet eyes shone with fun and excitement, her little, irregular features and perfect teeth seemed to add to the infantine aspect of the picture she made in her unfashionable pink cotton frock.

Dress had been strongly discouraged at the Convent, and was looked upon by Aunt Jemima, a strict New Englander, as a snare of the devil, but even the garment, in the selecting of which she had had no hand, seemed to hang with grace upon the child's slim figure.
Not a doubt as to the future clouded her thoughts; it was all a glorious piece of fun, and of all the daring tricks she had perpetrated at the Convent to get chocolates, or climb a tree, or have a midnight orgy of cake and sirop, none had been so exciting as this--to go through the ceremony of marriage and be free for life! Her education had been of the most elementary, and the whole aim of those placed over her had been to keep her as innocent and ignorant as a child of ten.