very porch； peeling potatoes； with a tin pan in her lapwould they ever forget that porch and the moonlight and the song of the tree…toads； and the cry of the loon？ There was Hank in corduroys； with an axe over his shoulder； and Hank in a broad straw hat and no shoes； with a fishing…pole in one hand； and Hank chopping wood； the chips littering the ground。 There was Ezra Pollard sitting in his buckboard with a buffalo…robe tucked about him； and Samanthy by his side。 And best of all； and in the most prominent place； too； there was the original drawing of the Milothe one she was finishing when Oliver upset Judson； and which； strange to say； was the only Academy drawing which Margaret had framedbesides scores and scores of sketches of people and things and places that she had made in years gone by。
The room itself was part of an old portico which had been walled up。 It had a fireplace at one end； holding a Franklin stove； and a skylight overhead； the light softened by green shades。 Here she kept her own books ranged on shelves over the mantel； and in the niches and corners and odd spaces a few rare prints and proofstwo Guido Renis and a Leonardo； both by Raphael Morghen。 Against the wall was an old。 clothes…press with brass handles； its drawers filled with sketches； as well as a lounge covered with chintz and heaped up with cushions。 The door between the studio and library had been taken off； and was now replaced by a heavy red curtain。 Margaret had held it aside for Oliver to enter； and it had dropped back by its own weight； shutting them both safely in。
I don't know what happened when that heavy red curtain swung into place； and mother； father； sea； sky； sun； moon； stars； and the planets； with all that in them is； were shut out for a too brief moment。
And if I did know I would not tell。
We go through life； and we have all sorts of sensations。 We hunger and are fed。 We are thirsty； and reach an oasis。 We are homeless； and find shelter。 We are ill； and again walk the streets。 We dig and delve and strain every nerve and tissue； and the triumph comes at last； and with it often riches and honor。 All these things send shivers of delight through us； and for the moment we spread our wings and soar heavenward。 But when we take in our arms the girl we love； and hold close her fresh； sweet face； with its trusting eyes； and feel her warm breath on our cheeks； and the yielding figure next our heart； knowing all the time how mean and good…for…nothing and how entirely unworthy of even tying her shoe… strings we are； we experience a something compared with which all our former flights heavenward are but the flutterings of bats in a cave。
And the blessed John did not come back until black； dark night！not until it was so dark that you couldn't see your hand before you or the girl beside you； which is nearer the truth； not until the stout woman in spectacles with the conversational habit； had brought in a lard…oil lamp with a big globe； which she set down on Margaret's table among her books and papers。 And when John did come； and poked his twice…blessed head between the curtains； it was not to sit down inside and talk until supper…times but to say that it was getting cold outside and that they ought to have a fire if they intended to sit in the studio after supper。 （Oh； what a trump of a brother！） And if they didn't mind he'd send Hopeful right away with some chips to start it。 All of which Miss Hopeful Prime accomplished； talking all the time to Margaret as she piled up the logs； and not forgetting a final word to Oliver as she left the room； to the effect that she 〃guessed it； must be kind o' comfortin' to set by a fire〃such luxuries； of course； to her thinking； being unknown in his tropical land； where the blacks went naked and the children lay about in the sun munching watermelons and bananas。
What an afternoon it had been！ They had talked of the woods and their life under the trees； of the sketches they made and how they could improve them； and would； of the coming winter and the prospect of the school being opened and what it meant to them if it did； and how much more if it did not； and she be compelled to remain in Brookfield with Oliver away all winter in New York； and of a thousand and one other things that lay nearest their hearts and with which neither you nor I have anything to do。
It was good； Margaret thought； to talk to him in this way； and see the quick response in his eyes and feel how true and helpful he was。
She had dreaded his comingdreaded the contrasts which she knew his presence among them would reveal。 She knew how punctiliously polite he was； and how brusque and positive was her father。 She realized； too； how outspoken and bluff was John； and how unaccustomed both he and her dear deaf mother were to the ways of the outside world。 What would Oliver think of them？ What effect would her home life have on their future？ she kept saying to herself。
Not that she was ashamed of her people； certainly not of her father； who really occupied a higher position than any of his neighbors。 He was not only a deacon in the church and chairman of the School Board； but he had been twice sent to the Legislature； and at one time had been widely discussed as a fitting candidate for Governor。 Nobody in Brookfield thought the less of him because of his peculiarities many of his neighbors liked him the better for his brusqueness； they believed in a man who had the courage of his convictions and who spoke out； no matter whose toes he trod on。
Nor could she be ashamed of her brother John so kind to everybody； so brave and generous； and such a good brother。 Only she wished that he had some of Oliver's courtesy； and that he would take off his hat when a lady spoke to him in the road； and keep it off till she bade him replace it； and observe a few of the other amenities； but even with all his defects of mannerall of which she had never before noticedhe was still her own dear brother John； and she loved him dearly。
And as for her motherthat most gentle and gracious of womenthat one person in the house who was considerate of everybody's feelings and tolerant of everybody's impatience！ What could Oliver find in her except what was adorable？ As she thought of her mother； a triumphant smile crossed her face。 〃That's the one member of the Grant family；〃 she said to herself； 〃whom my fine gentleman must admit is the equal of any one of his top…lofty kinsfolk in Kennedy Square or anywhere else。〃 Which outburst the scribe must admit to himself was but another proof of the fact that no such thing as true democracy exists the world over。
None of these thoughts had ever crossed her mind up to the time she met Oliver on the bridge that first sunny morning。 He had never discussed the subject of any difference between their two families； nor had he ever criticised the personality of anyone she knew。 He had only BEEN HIMSELF。 The change in her views had come gradually and unconsciously to her as the happy weeks flew by。 Before she knew it she had realized from his talk； from his gestures； even from the way he sat down or got up； or handled his knife and fork； or left the room or entered it； that some of her early teachings had led her astray； and that there might be something else in life worth having outside of the four cardinal virtueseconomy； industry； pluck； and plain…speaking。 And if there wereand she was quite certain of it nowwould Oliver find them at Brookfield Farm？ This was really the basis of her disquietude； the kernel of the nut which she was trying to crack。
If any of these shortcomings on the part of his entertainers had been apparent to Oliver； or if he had ever drawn any such deductions； or noted any such contrasts； judged by the Kennedy Square code； no word of disappointment had passed his lips。
Some things； it is true； during his visit at the farm； had deeply impressed him； but they were not those that Margaret feared。 He had thought of them that first night when going over the events of the day as they passed in review before him。 One personality and one incident had made so profound an impression upon him that he could not get to sleep for an hour thinking about them。 It was the stalwart figure of John Grant in his broad…brimmed straw hat and heavy boots striding up the garden…path with his scythe over his shoulder。 This apparition； try as he might； would not down at his bidding。
〃Think of that young fellow；〃 he kept repeating to himself。 〃The eldest son and heir to the estate no doubt； a college…bred man and a most charming gentleman； working like a common laborer in his father's field。 And proud of it； tooand would do it again and talk about it。 And yet I was so ashamed of working with my hands that I had to run away from home for fear the boys would laugh at me。
Margaret heard the whole story from Oliver's lips the next morning with many adornments； and with any amount of good resolutions for the future。 She listened quietly and held his hand the closer； her eyes dancing in triumph； the color mounting to her cheeks； but she made no reply。
Neither did she return the confidence and tell Oliver how she wished her father could see some things in as clear a light； and be more gentle and less opinionated。 She was too proud for that。
And so the days； crowded thick with emotions； sped on。
The evening of their first one came and passed； with its half…hours when neither spoke a word and when both trembled all over for the very joy of living； and the morning of the second arrived； bringing with it a happiness she had never known before； and then the morning of the thirdand the last day。
They had kept their secret even from John。 Oliver wanted to inform her father at once of his attachment； telling her it was not right for him to accept the hospitality of her parents unless they understood the whole situation； but she begged him to wait； and he had yielded to her wishes。
They had all discussed him at their pleasure。
〃Nice chap that young Horn；〃 John had said to her the night before。 〃We had three or four of 'em in my class； one from Georgia and two from Alabama。 They'd fight in a minute； but they'd make up just as quick。 This one's the best of the lot。〃 He spoke as if they had all