"I'm ashamed of you, Richard." "It would remove all opposition, at all events," said her brother.
"So it would," said Dorothy; "and now I'll tell you another notion of mine, Richard.

Somehow or other, it has come into my head that Alizon is the daughter of--whom do you think ?" "Whom!" he cried.
"Guess," she rejoined.
"I can't," he exclaimed, impatiently.
"Well, then, I'll tell you without more ado," she answered.

"Mind, it's only my notion, and I've no precise grounds for it.

But, in my opinion, she's the daughter of the lady who has just left the room." "Of Mistress Nutter!" ejaculated Richard, starting.

"What makes you think so ?" "The extraordinary and otherwise unaccountable interest she takes in her," replied Dorothy.