"Dear old David! I am so happy!" He was silent,--her gentle embrace almost unmanned him.

He stretched out a hand to Angus, who grasped it warmly.
"So it's all right!" he said, in a low voice that trembled a little.
"You've settled it together ?" "Yes--we've settled it, David!" Angus answered cheerily.

"Give us your blessing!" "You have that--God knows you have that!"-- and as Mary, in her usual kindly way, took his hat and stick from him, keeping her arm through his as he went to his accustomed chair by the fireside, he glanced at her tenderly.

"You have it with all my heart and soul, Mr.Reay!--and as for this dear lady who is to be your wife, all I can say is that you have won a treasure--yes, a treasure of goodness and sweetness and patience, and most heavenly kindness----" His voice failed him, and the quick tears sprang to Mary's eyes.
"Now, David, please stop!" she said, with a look between affection and remonstrance.

"You are a terrible flatterer! You mustn't spoil me." "Nothing will spoil you!" he answered, quietly.