"Of all my many and varied adventures!" cried Mrs. Rosscott, and Jack took
the opportunity to kiss her again—under no protest this time.

"We shall have to be married very soon, now, you know," he said gayly.
"Aunt Mary won’t be able to wait."

"Oh, as to that—we’ll see," said Mrs. Rosscott, and laughed afresh. "But
there is one thing that must be done at once."

"What’s that?" Jack asked.

"We must tell Aunt Mary who I am."

"Oh, to be sure," said the young man.

"I hope she won’t take it in any way but the right way!" the widow said
thoughtfully.

"My dearest, in what other way could she take it? I think she has proved
her opinion of you pretty sincerely."

"Yes," said Mrs. Rosscott, with a little smile, "I certainly have cause to
feel that she loves me for myself alone."

When they returned to the house they went straightway to Aunt Mary’s room,
and the first glance through the old lady’s eye-glasses told her that her
wishes had all been fulfilled. She sat up in bed, took a hand of each into
her own, and surveyed them in an access of such utter joy as nearly caused
all three to weep together.