Then I caught Sarah in my arms and kissed her, saying:-- "A kiss! That's for wisdom, cousin!" Sarah's was a drawing personality.
"A slap! That's for impudence!" answered Sarah, suiting the action to the word, though there was a smile in her eyes.
Later in the afternoon Frances came home radiant and offered me her cheek to kiss.

She was delighted to see me, though I noticed short lapses from attention, which seemed to indicate preoccupation.

But I had learned my lesson from Sarah and soon came back to my belief that Frances was not a fool, and that whatever malady her symptoms might indicate, she would never permit it to inure her.
After talking with my uncle and my cousins a few minutes, I said: "I have had a long ride and want a good supper Come, Frances, let us go out and buy all the good things in Sundridge." Sir Richard said nothing, and a faint shadow of humiliation came to Frances's face, but practical Sarah settled the question by saying:-- "Go with him, Frances, and see that he buys enough.

You know we have had barely a crust in the house the last fortnight, and not a farthing in all that time with which to buy one.

We have a warm welcome for you, Baron Ned, but welcome after a long ride is a mere appetizer.