“Why, Pagie,” cried Laura, “I’m just as glad as I can be for you. He’s a fine, clean fellow, and I know he will make you a good husband.”

Page drew a deep breath.

“Well,” she said, “I’m glad you think so, too. Before you and Mr. Jadwin were married, I wasn’t sure about having him care for me, because at that time⁠—well⁠—” Page looked up with a queer little smile, “I guess you could have had him⁠—if you had wanted to.”

“Oh, that,” cried Laura. “Why, Landry never really cared for me. It was all the silliest kind of flirtation. The moment he knew you better, I stood no chance at all.”