your mother ought to see you first and so did I. Until the last minute.
Then I saw Jefferson driving by--I was down at the gate to wave to you,
Randy--and I just came----" her gay laugh was infectious--the men
laughed with her.

"You must let me out when we get to Huntersfield, and you mustn't
tell--either of you. We are all to dine together to-night at your house,
Randy, and when you meet me, you are to say--'_Becky_'--just as you did
to-day, as if I had fallen from the skies."

"Well, you did fall--straight," Randy told her. "Becky, you are too good
to be true; oh, you're too pretty to be true. Isn't she, Major?"

"It is just because I am--American. Are you glad to get back to us,
Randy?"

"Glad," he drew a long breath. Nellie, who had wedged herself in tightly
between her master and Jefferson, wriggled and licked his hand. He
looked down at her, tried to say something, broke a little on it, and
ended abruptly, "It's Heaven."

"And you weren't hurt?"

"Not a scratch, worse luck."

She turned to Major Prime and did the wise thing and the thing he liked.
"You were," she said, simply, "but I am not going to be sorry for you,
shall I?"

"No," he said, "I am not sorry for--myself----"