looking down at the fair averted face, said, with the love-light
beaming in his eyes, "I love you, too, Katie." It was only after the
words were spoken that he realized his amazing boldness. As he stood
abashed, a warm, sweet hand crept into his. The daring fellow held it
tightly!

"I can't tell you how glad I am that you love me, for I love you,
too." In the twinkling of an eye he was sitting by her side.

"Once agin bow to de ladies!" And to think that he should ever have
thought Magloire Meloche had a coarse voice, and that his fiddle was
always out of tune! He had sorely maligned him. When they married, he
decided mentally, he should have Magloire play at the wedding.

A laudable feeling of pity for the other little hand, which looked so
lonely on the bench there, caused him to reach over and take
possession of it, too. Then Katie made a full confession of her
duplicity. She told him how she had seen the seat he had been saving
for her the moment she entered the kitchen, but had wilfully pretended
not to notice it in order to tease him. As for his speech, she was
sure it had sounded as sweet to everyone at the table as it had to
her, for they all knew that he had fully meant all the kindly things
he had said about Zotique. His heart beat riotously as he heard her
tell how badly she had been crowded at the table, and how all the time
she had longed to be sitting next to him. When she declared she knew
the reason of his seasoning his food in such a remarkable manner, was
because she had not been by his side, he declared her to be a perfect
mind-reader.

"All tak hands for de last time!" The sonorous tones brought them down