It was supper time when Glen at length reached home, where she at once handed Midnight over to Natsu, and entered the house.  Nannie was greatly surprised to see her back so soon, accompanied only by the Indian.  But a little later, as they sat down to supper, Glen related the tale of experiences in the hills, omitting only her adventure with Curly.

“And just think, Nannie!” she enthusiastically exclaimed in conclusion, “daddy is seriously thinking about leaving the north and going outside.  Isn’t it great?”

“Is he, indeed?” and the elderly woman looked her surprise.

“Oh, yes.  When I spoke to him about it he said that he wished to think it over, and might let me know in a few days.  Oh, I hope that he will decide to go, don’t you?”

Nannie made no reply for a few minutes, but went on with her supper.

“And what will become of me?” she at length asked.

“Why, you must go with us, of course.  You will not mind going, will you?”

“Not now,” was the quiet reply.  “I have been quite happy here because I had you to think about and love.  But you will be leaving soon, I feel sure, and how could I endure this place without you?  You have little idea how much I missed you when you were away at school.”

“Why do you think I shall be leaving soon?” Glen asked.

“I am not altogether blind, dear,” and Nannie smiled.  “You know the story of the Sleeping Beauty.  Only the man who was bold enough could win her, and when he did venture into the enchanted place, a marvellous change ensued.  So it has happened here.”

“But I am not a sleeping beauty, Nannie,” and Glen blushed, for she well understood the meaning of her companion’s words.

“A very active beauty, I should say,” and the woman looked with admiration upon the fair face before her.  “But the principle is the same.  The Prince has come, he has won your heart, and a great change has been wrought in this place, which has affected even your father.  Now, isn’t that true?”

Glen rose suddenly to her feet, and threw her arms lovingly about Nannie’s neck.  There were tears in her eyes, but they were tears of joy.

“You dear, dear old Nannie!” she cried.  “How in the world did you learn the secret of my heart?”

“How could I help it?” was the laughing reply.  “Your face alone would have betrayed the secret, even if I had not guessed it.  And the Prince really loves you, Glen.  But, there, I suppose he has told you all this.”

“Indeed he has not.  He never said a word to me,” was the emphatic denial.  “I don’t believe he ever thought of doing so.”

Nannie merely smiled at the girl’s charming candour and unaffected simplicity.  It pleased her to know that Glen was not ashamed of her love, and it was good to watch her bubbling over with the happiness of her new-found joy.