You did though , did n't you ? '' `` Oh , yes , yes , yes , '' she said , holding him more closely , with her tears falling . When the young doctor from Red Butte came that evening he found a great improvement in his patient . Joy and happiness , those world-old physicians , had done what drugs and medicines had failed to do . `` I 'm going to get better , Doc , '' said Wesley . `` My wife has come and she 's going to stay . You did n't know I was married , did you ? I 'll tell you the story some day . I proposed going back east , but Dosia says she 'd rather stay here . I 'm the happiest man in Red Butte , Doc . '' He squeezed Theodosia 's hand as he had used to do long ago in Heatherton church , and Dosia smiled down at him . There were no dimples now , but her smile was very sweet . The ghostly finger of old Henry Ford , pointing down through the generations , had lost its power to brand with its malediction the life of these , his descendants . Wesley and Theodosia had joined hands with their long-lost happiness . The Story of an Invitation Bertha Sutherland hurried home from the post office and climbed the stairs of her boarding-house to her room on the third floor . Her roommate , Grace Maxwell , was sitting on the divan by the window , looking out into the twilight . A year ago Bertha and Grace had come to Dartmouth to attend the Academy , and found themselves roommates . Bertha was bright , pretty and popular , the favourite of her classmates and teachers ; Grace was a grave , quiet girl , dressed in mourning . She was quite alone in the world , the aunt who had brought her up having recently died . At first she had felt shy with bright and brilliant Bertha ; but they soon became friends , and the year that followed was a very pleasant one .
It was almost ended now , for the terminal exams had begun , and XXXXX a week 's time the school would close for the holidays .
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