It is time you were taught other than tom-boy ways." John went by into the house.

After dinner the Squire had his usual game of whist, always to the dissatisfaction of Leila, whose thoughts wandered like birds on the wing, from twig to twig.

John usually played far better, but just now worse than his cousin, and forgot or revoked, to his uncle's disgust.

A man of rather settled habits, now as usual Penhallow went to his library for the company of the pipe, which Ann disliked, and the _Tribune_, which she regarded as the organ of Satanic politics.
Seeing both John and her aunt absorbed in their books, Leila passed quickly back of them, opened the library door, and said softly, "May I come in, Uncle Jim ?" During the last few days he had missed, and he well knew why, John's visits and intelligent questions.

Leila was welcome.