深情我自知

"No one will ever marry me," twelve-year old Jo had wept, "because my hair doesn't curl!" I'll marry you, Jo," the young man Gervase had comforted her.

Just a joke, of course, but she had remembered it. She hadn't realized how much the idea had meant to her, though, until Gervase came back to see his friends in their Devon farmhouse... and brought his fiancee with him.