She's Irish, and if I remember rightly her father is a disgraceful old reprobate, who caused poor Violet no end of worry.

The girl may be like him, for she wrote me a dreadful letter, scolding me because I hadn't kept her parents supplied with money, and refusing to become my guest." "But she's changed her mind ?" "I sent Watson after her, and he's bringing her.

I wanted to see what the girl is like." Uncle John whistled a few bars of an ancient tune.
"My advice is," he said, finally, "to let 'em draw cuts for Elmhurst.
If you want to leave your money to the best o' the lot, you're as sure of striking it right that way as any other." "Nonsense!" said Jane Merrick, sharply.

"I don't want to leave my money to the best of the lot." "No ?" "By no means.

I want to leave it to the one I prefer--whether she's the best or not." "I see.