She and father never did, except as each of us grew big enough to be taught about the Crusaders.
Father said he didn't care the snap of his finger about it, except as it stood for hardihood and bravery.

But Mr.Pryor cared! He cared more than he could say.

He stared, and stared, and over and over he wonderingly repeated: "God bless my soul!" "Where did you get the crest of the Earl of Eastbrooke, the master of Stanton house ?" he demanded.

"Stanton house!" he repeated.

"Why--why, the name! It's scarcely possible, but----" "But there it is!" laughed mother.