Will you see to _that ?_" "Of course," says the professor gravely.
"Then you will take me away from Aunt Jane!" The small vivacious face is now all aglow.

"I am not happy with Aunt Jane.

I"-- clasping her hands, and letting a quick, vindictive fire light her eyes--"I _hate_ Aunt Jane.

She says things about poor papa that---- _Oh!_ how I hate her!" "But--you shouldn't--you really should not.

I feel certain you ought not," says the professor, growing vaguer every moment.
"Ought I not ?" with a quick little laugh that is all anger and no mirth.