It's just my blunt Irish way, you see; but if I hadn't been drawn to you from the first I wouldn't have said a word--good or bad!" "Go now," replied Aunt Jane, turning in her chair rather wearily.

"But come to me again whenever you like." Patsy nodded, and followed the housekeeper to the rose chamber--the prettiest room old Elmhurst possessed, with broad windows opening directly upon the finest part of the garden.
Lawyer Watson sat opposite his old friend for some moments in thoughtful silence.

"The child is impossible." he said, at last.
"You think so ?" she enquired, moodily.
"Absolutely.

Either of the others would make a better Lady of Elmhurst.

Yet I like the little thing, I confess.