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Rh this half hour with my little girl. I'd like to see her married, but it isn’t to be.”

“Yes, it is to be — it shall be,” said Rachel resolutely. “You shall see me married. Frank, I’m going to be married here in my father’s house! That is the right place for a girl to be married. Go back and tell the guests so, and bring them all down.”

Frank looked rather dismayed. David Spencer said deprecatingly: “Little girl, don’t you think it would be —”

“I’m going to have my own way in this,” said Rachel, with a sort of tender finality. “Go, Frank. I'll obey you all my life after, but you must do this for me. Try to understand,” she added beseechingly.

“Oh, I understand,” Frank reassured her. “Besides, I think you are right. But I was thinking of your mother. She won’t come.”

“Then you tell her that if she doesn’t come I shan’t be married at all,” said Rachel. She was betraying unsuspected ability to manage people. She knew that ultimatum would urge Frank to his best endeavors.

Frank, much to Mrs. Spencer’s dismay, marched boldly in at the front door upon his return. She pounced on him and whisked him out of sight into the supper room.