“Don’t say that, Mr. Bangs.  You saved us all from a dreadful scene, and father himself from—­I hate to think what.  Don’t ever say that it was a mistake, please.  But I do so hate all this hiding and pretending.  Some day it will have to end, but how I don’t know.  Nelson comes first, of course; but how can I leave father?  I shall see him—­Nelson, I mean—­to-night, Mr. Bangs.  He has written me saying he is coming over, and I am going to meet him.  He says he has good news.  I can’t think what it can be.  I can’t think of any good news that could come for him and me, except that father has stopped believing in Marietta Hoag’s spirits and has gotten over his ridiculous prejudice; and that won’t come—­ ever.”

“Oh, yes, it will!  I’m sure it will.  Dear me, you mustn’t lose heart, you know.”

“Mustn’t I?  No, I suppose I mustn’t.  Thank you, Mr. Bangs.  Nelson and I are ever and ever so much obliged to you.  You are a great comfort to me.  I told Martha that very thing yesterday,” she added.

Galusha could not help looking pleased.  “Did you, indeed?” he observed.  “Well, well—­ah—­dear me, that was a rather rash statement, wasn’t it?”

“Not a bit.  And do you want to know what she said?  She said you were a great comfort to a good many people, Mr. Bangs.  So there; you see!”

That evening the moon rolled, like a silver bowl, over the liquid rim of the horizon, and, upsetting, spilled shimmering, shining, dancing fire in a broad path from sky edge to the beach at the foot of Gould’s Bluffs.  At the top of that bluff, in the rear of a clump of bayberry bushes which shielded them from the gaze of possible watchers at the lighthouse, Nelson Howard and Lulie, walking slowly back and forth, saw it rise.

Nelson told her the good news he had mentioned in his letter.  It was that he had been offered a position as operator at the great wireless station in Trumet.  It was what he had been striving for and hoping for and his war record in the radio service had made it possible for him to obtain it.  The pay was good to begin with and the prospect of advancement bright.

“And, of course, the best of it is,” he said, “that I shall be no further away from you than I am now.  Trumet isn’t a bit farther than South Wellmouth.  There!  Don’t you think that my good news is good news?”

Of course she did and said so.

“And I’m awfully proud of you, too,” she told him.

“Nothing to be proud of; I’m lucky, that’s all.  And don’t you see, dear, how this is going to help us?  I shall be earning good pay and I shall save every cent possible, you can bet on that.  Rooms are furnished by the company for single men, and houses, nice, comfortable houses, for the married ones.  In three months, or in six at the most, I shall have added enough to what I have saved already to make it possible for us to be married.  And we will be married.  Just think of you and me having one of those pretty little houses for our own, and being there together, in our home!  Just think of it!  Won’t it be wonderful!”