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"I saw a light in the attic!" Jo exclaimed as they turned a curve in the road.

"I am sure I did, too, just for a moment. Who on earth could be up in the attic?" said Philip.

"Oh, you couldn't have," insisted Betsy, a gay note in her voice, a note that had been woefully lacking lately.

"You know Mam' Peachy is afraid to death of the attic, and the stairs would be fat man's misery for father."

The girl laughed happily. Life wasn't so hard after all. Her handsome lover had shown himself to be so much in earnest that she could not but hope for the future. She wouldn't marry Spottswood while her father and his father were having this terrible law suit, but after a bit things surely would adjust themselves. Maybe her father would lose his suit, which would help matters some.

It had been a delightful evening to Betsy. Spot had been so gentle, so thoughtful, so