e has no thought of doing any such foolish thing," said Mrs Snow.
"Dear me, a body would think you were in haste to get quit of the young
man, with your hurry for the tea, and the cars for Boston."

"Why no, mother, I ain't. He spoke about it this morning, himself, or
I'm pretty sure I shouldn't. I'll be glad to have him stay, and more
than glad."

"He is going to stay and hear the minister preach," said Graeme. "You
know you asked him, and I'm sure he will enjoy it."

"He is a good preacher," said Mr Snow, gravely.

"And he's a good practiser, which is far better," said his wife. "But I
doubt, deacon, you'll need to put him out of your head now. Look down
yonder, and tell me if you think Rosie is likely to bide in Merleville."

And the deacon, looking, saw Mr Millar and Rose coming slowly up the
path together, and a duller man than Mr Snow could hardly have failed
to see how matters stood between them. Mr Millar was looking down on
the blushing face of his companion with an air alike happy and
triumphant, and, as for Rose, Mr Snow had never seen her look at all as
she was looking at that moment.

"Well," said his wife, softly.

"Well it is as pretty a sight as one need wish to see," said Mr Snow.
He nodded his head a great many times, and then, without a word, turned
his eyes on Graeme.

His wife smiled.

"No, I am afraid not. Every one must build his own castle, as I heard
her saying--or was it Emily? this very afternoon. But we needna trouble
ourselves about what may come to pass, or about what mayna. It is all
in good hands."

"And, Rosie dear, all this might have happened at Norman's last year, if
only Charlie had been bolder, and Harry not so wise."

The sisters were in their own room together. A good deal had been said
before this time that need not be repeated. Graeme had made her sister
understand how glad she was for her sake, and had spoken kind, sisterly
words about Charlie, and how she would have chosen him for a brother out
of all the world, and more of the same kind; and, of course, Rose was as
happy, as happy could be. But when Graeme said this, she turned round
with a very grave face.

"I don't know, Graeme. Perhaps it might; but I am not sure. I did not
know my own mind then, and, on the whole, it is better as it is."

"Harry will be glad," said Graeme. Indeed, she had said that before.

Rose laughed.

"Dear, wise Harry! He always said Charlie was pure gold."

"And s