"It's just like you, no idea of the value of money.

The child'll eat himself sick." "That's all right, sis," he answered jovially.

"My money'll take care of itself.

If you weren't so busy, I'd kiss you good morning." He wanted to be affectionate to this sister, who was good, and who, in her way, he knew, loved him.

But, somehow, she grew less herself as the years went by, and more and more baffling.