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.

"Where's Rachel? What made you come that way? Everybody saw
you!"