My father," proudly, "was above it all." "I think I should like to have known your father," says Rylton, admiring the pride in her gray eyes.
"It would have done you good," returns she thoughtfully.

She pauses, as if still thinking, and then, "As for me, I have not been good at all since I lost him." "One can see that," says Rylton.

"Crime sits rampant in your eyes." At this she laughs too; but presently she stops short, and turns to him.
"It is all very well for you to laugh!" says she ruefully.

"You have not to go home next week to live again with Uncle George!" "I begin to hate Uncle George!" says Rylton.

"You see how you are demoralizing me! But, surely, if you cannot live in peace with him, there must be others--other relations--who would be glad to chaperone you!" "No," says the girl, shaking her head sadly.