"We've never seen one of them--except Madam Weatherstone!" "We'll never forget _her!"_ said Madeline, with delicate decision, laying down the silk necktie she was knitting for Roscoe.

"What _beautiful_ manners she had!" "How rich is she, mother?
Do you know ?" asked Dora.
"Rich enough to do something for Roscoe, I'm sure, if she had a proper family spirit," replied Mrs.Warden.

"Her mother was own cousin to my grandmother--one of the Virginia Paddingtons.

Or she might do something for you girls." "I wish she would!" Adeline murmured, softly, her large eyes turned to the horizon, her hands in her lap over the handkerchief she was marking for Roscoe.
"Don't be ungrateful, Adeline," said her mother, firmly.

"You have a good home and a good brother; no girl ever had a better." "But there is never anything going on," broke in Coraline, in a tone of complaint; "no parties, no going away for vacations, no anything." "Now, Cora, don't be discontented! You must not add a straw to dear Roscoe's burdens," said her mother.
"Of course not, mother; I wouldn't for the world.