Her host and hostess had been kindness itself before, but to-night it seemed as if they conspired together to give her the best of everything.

She had her pick of partners, the place of honour at supper, and--by most egregious cheating--the ring somehow tumbled on to her plate out of the trifle.
"I'm getting spoilt," she said to Oswald.
"The mater's ready to kiss your boots," he returned.

"I never saw anything so quick as the way you snatched old Dolly." All good things come to an end some time, even holidays, and one morning towards the end of January witnessed a taxi at the door, and various bags and packages, labelled Llangarmon Junction, stowed inside.
"I don't know how to thank you.

I haven't any words," gulped Rona, as she hugged "Motherkins" good-bye.
"Do your best at school, and remember certain little things we talked about," whispered Mrs.Stanton, kissing her.

"We shall expect to see you here again.".