But she could
not object to take it if it were her right."
Margaret Forrest smiled, scenting a romance. "I will have her here to
tea on her next half-holiday," she said; "then you will see her."
But Vernon could not wait till then. He and Ethel made up a plan that
they would go to Mrs. Croft's rooms that very evening, in order that he
might personally thank Mary for her goodness to his niece.
Mary thought she had never seen such a kind, strong face as his, when he
stood before her expressing his gratitude for what she had done for
Ethel, and also his sympathy with her troubles, of which Ethel had told
him.
That was the beginning, and afterwards he was often in her home,
bringing gifts for the querulous invalid, and, better still, hope for
the future of her husband, about whom he interested a friend of his, who
was doing well out in New Zealand, and looking out for a partner with
some knowledge of medicine.
[Illustration: IT WAS UNDER A NOBLE TREE THAT MAX ASKED MARY TO MARRY
HIM.]
It was at a picnic, under a noble tree, that Max asked Mary to marry
him, and learned to his great joy how fully his love was returned.
Mary thought there was no one like him. So many had come to her for
help, but only he came to give with both hands, esteeming all he gave as
nothing if only he could win her smile and her approval.
So it happened that by the time Mrs. Croft had so far recovered as to be
able to join her husband, her departure was delayed one week, in order
that she might be present at her sister's wedding.
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