Every morning ere the McIntyre family were afoot a great bouquet of strange and beautiful flowers was brought down by a footman from the Hall to brighten their breakfast-table.

Her slightest wish, however fantastic, was instantly satisfied, if human money or ingenuity could do it.

When the frost lasted a stream was dammed and turned from its course that it might flood two meadows, solely in order that she might have a place upon which to skate.

With the thaw there came a groom every afternoon with a sleek and beautiful mare in case Miss McIntyre should care to ride.

Everything went to show that she had made a conquest of the recluse of the New Hall.
And she on her side played her part admirably.