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Chapter 9 80'A common-sense view of the case, by all means. Dora loves you and thinks you love her. Nan does not carefor you, and you only care for her as a friend, though you have tried to do more. It is my opinion, Tom, thatyou love Dora, or are on the way to it; for in all these years I've never seen you look or speak about Nan asyou do about Dora. Opposition has made you obstinately cling to her till accident has shown you a moreattractive girl. Now, I think you had better take the old love for a friend, the new one for a sweetheart, and indue time, if the sentiment is genuine, marry her.'If Mrs Jo had any doubts about the matter, Tom's face would have proved the truth of her opinion; for his eyesshone, his lips smiled, and in spite of dust and sunburn a new expression of happiness quite glorified him ashe stood silent for a moment, trying to understand the beautiful miracle which real love works when it comesto a young man's heart.'The fact is I meant to make Nan jealous, for she knows Dora, and I was sure would hear of our doings. I wastired of being walked on, and I thought I'd try to break away and not be a bore and a laughing-stock any more,'he said slowly, as if it relieved him to pour out his doubts and woes and hopes and joys to his old friend. 'Iwas regularly astonished to find it so easy and so pleasant. I didn't mean to do any harm, but drifted alongbeautifully, and told Demi to mention things in his letters to Daisy, so Nan might know. Then I forgot Nanaltogether, and saw, heard, felt, cared for no one but Dora, till the donkey--bless his old heart!--pitched herinto my arms and I found she loved me. Upon my soul, I don't see why she should! I'm not half good enough.''Every honest man feels that when an innocent girl puts her hand in his. Make yourself worthy of her, for sheisn't an angel, but a woman with faults of her own for you to bear, and forgive, and you must help oneanother,' said Mrs Jo, trying to realize that this sober youth was her scapegrace Tommy.'What troubles me is that I didn't mean it when I began, and was going to use the dear girl as an instrument oftorture for Nan. It wasn't right, and I don't deserve to be so happy. If all my scrapes ended as well as this, whata state of bliss I should be in!' and Tom beamed again at the rapturous prospect.'My dear boy, it is not a scrape, but a very sweet experience suddenly dawning upon you,' answered Mrs Jo,speaking very soberly; for she saw he was in earnest. 'Enjoy it wisely and be worthy of it, for it is a seriousthing to accept a girl's love and trust, and let her look up to you for tenderness and truth in return. Don't letlittle Dora look in vain, but be a man in all things for her sake, and make this affection a blessing to you both.''I'll try. Yes, I do love her, only I can't believe it just yet. Wish you knew her. Dear little soul, I long to see heralready! She cried when we parted last night and I hated to go.' Tom's hand went to his cheek as if he still feltthe rosy little seal Dora had set upon his promise not to forget her, and for the first time in his happy-go-luckylife Tommy Bangs understood the difference between sentiment and sentimentality. The feeling recalled Nan,for he had never known that tender thrill when thinking of her, and the old friendship seemed rather a prosaicaffair beside this delightful mingling of romance, surprise, love, and fun. 'I declare, I feel as if a weight wasoff me, but what the dickens will Nan say when she knows it!' he exclaimed with a chuckle.'Knows what?' asked a clear voice that made both start and turn, for there was Nan calmly surveying themfrom the doorway.Anxious to put Tom out of suspense and see how Nan would take the news, Mrs Jo answered quickly:'Tom's engagement to Dora West.''Really?' and Nan looked so surprised that Mrs Jo was afraid she might be fonder of her old playmate than sheknew; but her next words set the fear at rest, and made everything comfortable and merry at once.'I knew my prescription would work wonders if he only took it long enough. Dear old Tom, I'm so glad. Bless