I am no more a lady of means, my haughty sir, than you are a gentleman of independent fortune.
The fact is, Brian, dear, I suspect that you and I are about the two poorest people in the world,--to be anything like as pretentiously respectable and properly proud as we are." When the man could make no reply, but only looked at her with a much-puzzled and still-proud expression, she continued, half-laughingly, but well pleased with him: "Please, Brian, don't look so haughtily injured.

I had no intention of insulting you by offering charity.

Far from it." Instantly, the man's face changed.

He put out his hands protestingly, and his blue eyes filled, as he said, impulsively.

"Auntie Sue, after what you have done for me, I--" She answered quickly: "We are considering the future.