But what it might be she had not the remotest suspicion.
Obediently her long lashes swept her cheeks in compliance with love's command.
Dropping her hand, Tom approached the massive front door.

There was a curious clicking sound, like the turn of a key in a lock, then Tom was back at her side.

His hand again caught one of her own.

Again he drew her forward.

There was a slight tremor in his voice as he said: "Open your eyes, Princess, and enter your castle." Her veiling eye-lids lifting, Grace found herself on the threshold of Upton Heights, peering wonderingly into the dim reception hall with its huge fireplace, beam ceiling and curving Colonial staircase.
"It's a splendid surprise, Tom!" she exclaimed warmly.