The girl gave a frightened cry, then a tremulous little sob of joy. The
man had cried in her ear, in response to her questioning eyes:

"We're--going--to--Aunt Jane!"

And to them both, at the moment, there seemed to be waiting at the end
of the road a little bent old woman, into whose wistful eyes they were
to bring the light of joy and peace.




A Couple of Capitalists



On the top of the hill stood the big brick house--a mansion, compared to
the other houses of the New England village. At the foot of the hill
nestled the tiny brown farmhouse, half buried in lilacs, climbing roses,
and hollyhocks.

Years ago, when Reuben had first brought Emily to that little brown
cottage, he had said to her, ruefully: "Sweetheart, 'tain't much of a
place, I know, but we'll save and save, every cent we can get, an' by
an' by we'll go up to live in the big house on the hill!" And he kissed
so tenderly the pretty little woman he had married only that morning
that she smiled brightly and declared that the small brown house was the
very nicest place in the world.