And I have always put up with you somehow--I mean, you have put with me--we shall manage to do it still.

We'll live together again, as we did for so many years, in our pretty cottage and garden that dear Arnold gave us, and I will look after my poultry, and you shall do your visiting.

Yes, dear Henrietta, it will be all for the best.

We shall be so independent, so happy." Happy! It was not a word in Miss Gascoigne's dictionary.

But she looked with a certain tenderness at the fond little woman who had loved her, borne with her, never in the smallest degree resisted her since they were girls together.