They will be countesses or duchesses or something within a year." Rose laughed, and Sylvia beamed upon her.

"If you feel that you can stay here," she said, timidly.
"_If_ I feel that I can," said Rose.

She stretched out her slender arms, from which the lace-trimmed sleeves of her night-gown fell away to the shoulder, and Sylvia let them close around her thin neck and felt the young cheek upon her own with a rapture like a lover's.
"Those folks she lived with in New York are going to Europe to-morrow," she told Henry, when she was down-stairs again, "and they have treated that poor child mean.

They have never told her a word about it until now.

She says she thinks their rich aunt has died and left them her money, and they have just cleared out and left her." "Well, she can stay with us as long as she is contented," said Henry.
"I rather guess she can," said Sylvia.
Henry regarded her with the wondering expression which was often on his face nowadays.