The daughters were very like her in nature, and though the knowledge of what she had suffered increased many fold their love for her, so that in her last days their passionate devotion to her was the talk of Redlintie, it did not blind them to what seemed to them to be their duty to the man.

As their father's son, they held, he had a right to a third of the gauger's money, and to withhold it from him, now that they knew his whereabouts, would have been a form of theft.

But how to give T.his third?
They called him T.from delicacy, and they had never spoken to him.

When he passed them in the streets, they turned pale, and, thinking of their mother, looked another way.

But they knew he winked.
At last, looking red in one street, and white in another, but resolute in all, they took their business to the office of Mr.John McLean, the writer, who had once escorted Miss Kitty home from a party without anything coming of it, so that it was quite a psychological novel in several volumes.