Thought it would be polite because of the new niece .-- Six, seven, eight and nine..." "What did she think of her ?" "Of whom, dear ?" "Of the niece." "Oh, I don't think she liked her very much.

She said that she was plain and silent--and looked cross, Amy thought." "Oh yes, Amy would." His face, as was his way when he was vexed, flushed very slowly, the deeper red rising through the red-brown until, ceasing in the middle of his forehead, it left a white line beneath his hair.

"She isn't cross a bit." "I don't know, dear.

It isn't my opinion.

I only tell you what Amy said.