ingly into the dim reception hall with its
huge fireplace, beam ceiling and curving Colonial staircase.

"It's a splendid surprise, Tom!" she exclaimed warmly. "I've always
wished to see the inside of this wonderful place. How in the world did
you ever manage to get the key to it?"

Tom smiled very tenderly into the eager face so near his own. "You've
missed the biggest part of the surprise, Grace," he answered. "Don't you
understand yet why we came out here? Do you think I would invite a royal
princess to enter her castle if it weren't really her very own?"

"You don't mean--you can't mean--Oh, Tom!" Grace drew a quick, ecstatic
breath that was half sob. A vagrant breeze set the leaves of the
sentinel trees to sighing their approval as they looked down on the
little tableau of human happiness.

"It is your very own House Behind the World, dear," Tom assured her.
"Our future home. It is the gift of our Fairy Godmother to both of us.
She purchased it of Robert Upton the day after we came from Overton. She
had spoken of it to Mr. Upton long ago and was only waiting for the good
news of our engagement. She knew how much you had always cared about
it."

"We must go straight down to the automobile and make her come back with
us," was Grace's happy cry. "I am so anxious to explore our marvelous
new possession. But we must have our Fairy Godmother with us. I can't
really believe yet that anything so glorious has happened to ordinary
me. It's more than a surprise. It's a positive miracle. My own beautiful
House Behind the World! But I know an even better name for it. It's not
one I thought of myself. That glory belongs to Kathleen West. You know,
Tom, she once wrote an allegorical play. We produced it when I was in my
senior year at Overton. I played the part of Loyalheart who leaves Haven
Home to go into the Land of College. When first it began to dawn upon me
that you meant this wonder to be my very own, it came to me like a flash
that it was more than the House Behind the World. Don't you see, Tom?
It's really and truly, Haven Home!"

CHAPTER III

FOR AULD LANG SYNE

"And so, having ended her pilgrimage through the Land of College,
Loyalheart is going back to Haven Home," said Kathleen West softly.

"You're a very lucky Loyalheart," was J. Elfreda Briggs' brisk comment.
"Not every one who goes adventuring into strange lands finds the home of
her chee-ildhood an interesting place to settle down in. Now take