CHAPTER XI
Carley burst in upon her aunt.“Look at me, Aunt Mary!” she cried, radiant and exultant. “I'm going back out West to marry Glenn and live his life!”
The keen old eyes of her aunt softened and dimmed. “Dear Carley, I've known that for a long time. You've found yourself at last.”
Then Carley breathlessly babbled her hastily formed plans, every word of which seemed to rush her onward.
“You're going to surprise Glenn again?” queried Aunt Mary.
“Oh, I must! I want to see his face when I tell him.”
“Well, I hope he won't surprise you,” declared the old lady. “When did you hear from him last?”
“In January. It seems ages—but—Aunt Mary, you don't imagine Glenn—”
“I imagine nothing,” interposed her aunt. “It will turn out happily and I'll have some peace in my old age. But, Carley,
