He's grown awful old, I noticed it to-day." "Well, all Ida cares for is herself.

_She_ don't see he's grown old, you can be sure of that," said Mrs.White, with an odd sort of bitterness.

Actually the woman was so filled with maternal instincts that the bare dream of Harry as her Lillian's husband had given her a sort of motherly solicitude for him, which she had not lost.

"It's a shame," said she.
"Oh, well, it's none of my funeral," said Lillian, easily.

She took a chocolate out of a box which her lover had sent her, and began nibbling it like a squirrel.
"Poor man," said Mrs.White.Tears of emotion actually filled her eyes and mingled with the rheum of her cold.