"I quite long for you to see her, Verity.

She is just a gray-haired girl.
She has the secret of perpetual youth.

She is as guileless and simple as a child--any one could deceive her, and yet she is wise too." "And her sister ?" asked Verity, as Malcolm paused.
"Oh, Miss Elizabeth Templeton is quite different," returned Malcolm hurriedly, as he filled his pipe; "it is not easy to describe her--you must judge of her yourself." "Then she is not as nice as this wonderful Dinah ?" observed Verity in a disappointed tone.
"Oh, yes, she is quite as nice," he returned briefly; "but the sisters are utterly dissimilar." And not another word could Verity, with all her teasing, extract from Malcolm.
"I should like you to be perfectly unbiassed in your opinion," he remarked sententiously.

Verity made a naughty little face in the darkness.
"I wonder if it is the Crow's Nest, our society, or Miss Elizabeth Templeton that is the attraction," she thought.

But, being a loyal little soul, she never hinted at a certain suspicion that had taken possession of her mind, even to her husband.
Malcolm received a warm welcome from his mother and Anna the next evening.