Mrs.Edwards nodded to Elmira when Jerome had shut the door.

"He'll go," said she.
Elmira smiled and quivered with half-fearful delight.

Lawrence Prescott was coming to see her the next day, and the day after that she would be sure to meet him again at Squire Merritt's.

She trembled before her own happiness, as before an angel whose wings cast shadows of the dread of delight.
"You'd better go to bed now," said her mother, with a meaning look; "you want to look bright to-morrow, and you've got a good deal before you." The next day not a word was said to Jerome about Lawrence Prescott's expected call.

He noticed vaguely that something unusual seemed to be going on in the parlor; then divined, with a careless dismissal of the subject, that it was house-cleaning.