Your father was a year or so younger than Jane, and after him came Julia, a coarse and disagreeable creature who married a music-teacher and settled in some out-of-the-way country town.

Once, while your father was alive, she visited us for a few days, with her baby daughter, and nearly drove us all crazy.

Perhaps she did not find us very hospitable, for we were too poor to entertain lavishly.

Anyway, she went away suddenly after you had a fight with her child and nearly pulled its hair out by the roots, and I have never heard of her since." "A daughter, eh," said Louise, musingly.

"Then this rich Aunt Jane has another niece besides myself." "Perhaps two," returned Mrs.Merrick; "for her youngest sister, who was named Violet, married a vagabond Irishman and had a daughter about a year younger than you.