“I knew you would come to him, and I followed you,” said Rokesmith. “My love, my life! You are mine?”

To which Bella responded, “Yes, I am yours if you think me worth taking!” And after that, seemed to shrink to next to nothing in the clasp of his arms, partly because it was such a strong one on his part, and partly because there was such a yielding to it on hers.

The cherub, whose hair would have done for itself under the influence of this amazing spectacle, what Bella had just now done for it, staggered back into the window-seat from which he had risen, and surveyed the pair with his eyes dilated to their utmost.

“But we must think of dear Pa,” said Bella; “I haven’t told dear Pa; let us speak to Pa.” Upon which they turned to do so.