What would Brian Kent, indignant at the public neglect of the school-teacher, say of the man who had robbed her of the money that was to provide for her closing years?
"After all, most public sins are only individual sins at the last," she said, musingly.
"I beg your pardon," said Brian, not in the least seeing the relevancy of her words.
Auntie Sue came quickly back to her subject: "Only thirty acres of my little farm is under cultivation.

The remaining fifty acres is wild timberland.

If I could have that fifty acres also in cultivation, with the money that the timber would bring,--which would not be a great deal,--I would be fairly safe for the--for the rest of my evening," she finished with a smile.

"Do you see ?" "You mean that I--that you want me to stay here and work for you ?" "I mean," she answered, "that, if you choose to stay for awhile, you need not feel that you would be accepting my hospitality as charity," she returned gently.

"I am not exactly offering you a job: I am only showing you how you could, without sacrificing your pride, remain in this quiet retreat for awhile before returning to the world." "It would be heaven, Auntie Sue," he returned earnestly.