"Some day, perhaps, when I am further away from it.

But she is not at all like you." And this answer, for some strange reason, brought a flush of pleasure to the face of the old schoolteacher.
"I did not mean for you to tell me now," she returned.

"I only wanted you to know that, even though I am an old maid, I can understand." She left him then, and went to attend to her simple household duties.
It was not until quite late in the evening that Auntie Sue took up the newspaper which Sheriff Knox had given her.

Judy had retired to her room, and Brian Burns--as they had agreed he should be called--was fast asleep.
To-morrow, Brian was going to sit up.

His clothing had been washed and ironed and pressed, and Auntie Sue was making some little repairs in the way of darning and buttons.