"Did he say that?" They paused in their walk.

"Yes; and he meant it--he means it now, if he could but say as much."

"I thank you for telling me * * * Let us sit down here on this rustic
seat. Do you know, I believe your father has gotten over his first
dislike for me."

"O, yes, he has. I think he likes you very much."

"I was not surprised at his actions when I told him I was a 'Mormon.' He
can hardly be blamed, in view of the life-long training he has had. And
then, knowing that you have been in danger from that source before made
him over-sensitive on the point. I marvel now that he treats me so
well."

Lucy looked her happiness, rather than expressed it. The guide book lay
open on her lap. Chester picked it up, looked at a picture of Blarney
Castle, and then read aloud:

"'There's gravel walk there,
For speculation,
And conversation
In sweet solitude.
'Tis there the lover
May hear the dove, or
The gentle plover
In the afternoon.'

"Lucy," said Chester, as he closed the book, "I'm going to call you