I'm glad you asked her when she was poor." * * * * * When the news of Jean's fortune broke over Priorsford, tea-parties had no lack of material for conversation.
Miss Watson and Miss Teenie, much more excited than Jean herself, ranged gaily round the circle of their acquaintances, drank innumerable cups of tea, and discussed the matter in all its bearings.
"Isn't it strange to think of Miss Jean as an heiress?
Such a plain little thing--in her clothes, I mean, for she has a bit sweet wee face.
I don't know how she'll ever do in a great big house with butlers and things.

I expect she'll leave The Rigs now.

It's no place for an heiress.

Perhaps she'll build a house like The Towers.

No; you're right: she'll look for an old house; she always had such queer ideas about liking old things and plain things....