"Now
do you understand?"

"Oh, I see," and Harmon smiled. "A wedding; is that it?"

"It seems so from all appearance, and that means a great deal of work
for us all."

"And you will live here?" Harmon eagerly asked, turning to Glen.

"We hope to, Mr. Harmon, providing you care to have your daughter so
near. If not, we can stay in China or Japan, and you will not be
troubled with me."

"Stay in China or Japan! What do you mean?"

"We intend to go there on our wedding trip," Reynolds explained. "We
have planned a tour around the world. We expect to see great sights,
such as the fine art galleries of the old countries. Then when we come
home, I shall continue my painting which I have neglected too long
already."

"Lord bless us!" and Harmon held up his hands in amazement. "This is
all wonderful, and my poor old head is confused and dizzy. Going
abroad! Coming home to carry on your painting! My, what will money
not do! So my paper must go to the wall when I am gone, all because of
your art. Dear me!"

"Do not feel so badly about it, sir," Reynolds soothed. "Your son and
daughter will help you out, and perhaps carry on when you are gone.
But you are good for years yet, so do not worry. We shall do our best
to cheer you up."

"And you will live here in the city?" Harmon questioned.

"Certainly," Glen replied. "We are going to look for the nicest and
coziest place, with a garden and flowers. Nannie will be in charge
until we return, and keep us straight afterwards. I could not get
along very well without her. And it will be your home, too, Mr.
Harmon, whenever you wish to come. I am sure that you and daddy will
have wonderful evenings together talking over old times. Oh, won't it
be great!" Glen's eyes sparkled, and her face beamed with animation.

Harmon believed that he had never met a more charming girl. As he sat
in his own room late that night, and thought over the strange events of
the evening, a picture of Glen's face was ever before his mind. It
banished his care and weariness, and as he recalled the kiss she had
given him, a smile illumined his face, and for a time Andrew Harmon was
young again. Once more the fire of youth was kindled within him, and a
vision of one fair face he had known years ago stood out clear and
distinct, a face he had always cherished in his heart, the only real
passion for a noble woman he had ever known. . . .

Two weeks later Glen and Reynolds stood up