But there wasn't a single Ware in it.

And then"-- she couldn't resist this thrust, especially as she felt it was a part of the missionary work she had undertaken--"I looked for Hurst, too, as the girls said you had a crest." "Well ?" came the question, a trifle defiantly.
"It's not in the Peerage." Ethelinda drew herself up haughtily as if she disdained an explanation, yet felt forced to make one.

"It is not my father's crest I use," she announced.

"It came from back in my mother's family." "Oh!" said Mary, with significant emphasis.

"I see!" Then she added cheerfully, "I could have one, too, on a count like _that_, way back among my great-grandmothers.