voice was a little tremulous, but her smile was as bright as
ever. "I don't believe I shall ever have such a perfectly happy visit
again."

"What nonsense, my dear," said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. "I predict many, many
very happy days for you. You have that beautiful gift of bringing your
joy with you."

Jack accompanied them on their way to the road. "Kathleen and I are
hoping that perhaps you may be able to come to our wedding. It will be
very soon--in a few weeks."

"Yes, could you, Jane, dear?" said Kathleen. "We should like it above
everything else. I know it is a long, long journey, but if you could."

"When is it to be?" said Jane.

"Somewhere about the middle of October." But Jane shook her head
disconsolately. By that time she knew she would be deep in her
university work, and with Jane work ever came before play.

"I am afraid not," she said. "But, oh, I do wish you all the happiness
in the world. Nothing has ever made me so glad. Oh, but you will be
happy, I know. Both of you are so lovely." A sudden rush of tears filled
the deep dark eyes as she shook hands with Jack in farewell. "But," she
cried in sudden rapture, "why not come to us for a day on your wedding
trip?"

"That's a splendid idea." For a moment or two Jack and Kathleen stood
looking at each other.

"Jane, we shall surely come. You may count on us," said Jack.

In the afternoon Mrs. Gwynne sent Jane away for a ride with Larry.

"Just go quietly, Larry," said his mother. "Don't race and don't tire
Jane."

"I will take care of her," said Larry, "but I won't promise that we
won't race. Jane would not stand for that, you know. Besides she is
riding Ginger, and Ginger is not exactly like old Polly. But never fear,
we shall have a good ride, Mother," he added, waving his hand gaily as
they rode away, taking the coolee trail to the timber lot.

Larry was in high spirits. He talked of his work for the winter. He was
hoping great things from this his last year in college. For the first
time in his university career he would be able to give the full term
to study. He would be a couple of weeks late on account of Kathleen's
marriage, but he would soon make that up. He had his work well in hand
and this year he meant to do something worth while. "I should like to
take that medal home to Mother," he said with a laugh. "I just fancy
I see her face. She would try awfully hard not to seem proud, but she
would just be running over with it." Jane gave, as e