Among them was the biggest and brightest of crimson automobiles; and
Mitchell, who had presented it, had christened it beforehand "The Midnight
Sun." Aunt Mary's gift was the New York house and money enough for them to
live on the income.
"I know you're able to look out for yourself," she told the bride, "but I
don't want Jack to have to worry over things at all, and, although I know
it's a good habit, still I shouldn't like to have him ever work so hard
that he wouldn't feel like goin' around with us nights. Not ever. Not even
sometimes."
Mitchell was overjoyed at the way things had turned out.
"My dear Miss Watkins," he screamed, when he was ushered into Aunt Mary's
presence, "who could have guessed in the hour of that sad parting in New
York that such a glad future was held in store for us all!"
"I didn't quite catch that," Aunt Mary exclaimed, rapturously, "but it
doesn't matter--as long as you got here safe at last."
"Safe!" exclaimed the young man; "it would have been the very refinement
of cruelty if my train had smashed me on this journey."
Burnett was equally happy.
"I suppose it will be up to me to give you away," he said to his sister;
"before all these people, too. What a mean trick!"
Jack had thought that he would like to have Tweedwell marry him, as that
young man had put in the summer vacation getting ordained. Tweedwell
accepted--although he had just taken charge of a living in Seattle and came
through on a flyer which arrived two hours before _the_ hour.
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