to meet your wishes. You
profess great love for me, and great love for your sister, and now you
have us both, what can you possibly want besides?"

"Only your forgiveness, your complete and full forgiveness."

"I have nothing to forgive, my dear. You do your best--no one can do
better than their best."

"No," said poor Hilda, with a sigh. She did not add any more.

"I trust you are not going to turn into a fanciful sort of woman," said
Quentyns, half an hour later. "If there's a person in the world who
irritates me it's a woman with whims, a woman who has a grievance."

"Oh, no, Jasper! I won't have a grievance," she replied humbly.

CHAPTER XV.

THREE IS TRUMPERY.

The crown must be won for Heaven, dear,
In the battle-field of life:
My child, though thy foes are strong and tried,
He loveth the weak and small;
The Angels of Heaven are on thy side,
And God is over all!

--ADELAIDE PROCTOR.

Judy's life was sunshine, and therefore Judy got quickly well; she was
like the birds and the flowers--give her sunshine enough, and she would
sing like the birds and bloom like the flowers. Hilda was her sun, and
now she was always basking herself in the beloved presence. Her cup of
happiness was full, and such contentment reigned in her little heart
that no moment was dull to her, and time never hung heavy on her hands.

Hilda was just as sweet and loving as of old, and really, now that she
lived in the house with him, Jasper, her _bete noire_, the awful big
brother-in-law who had come and stolen her treasure away, seemed to make
but little difference in her life; it was almost nicer being with Hilda
in London than being with Hilda at the old Rectory--she seemed to get
more undivided attention from her sister than when that sister was the
Rector's right hand in his busy life, and when Judy had to learn lessons
with Babs, and walk with stupid, non-comprehending Miss Mills.

Now Judy learned rapidly, for Hilda was her teacher; and how delightful
that lunch was which was also Judy's early dinner, when she and her
sister sat _tete-a-tete_, and talked always, always of old times.

If visitors dropped in at tea-time Judy could afford, in her generous
happiness, to give them a little of her fascinating Hilda's attention,
for so often now there were heavenly evenings to follow, when that _bete
noire_ the brother-in-law was not coming home, and the two sisters could
be alo