I wanted to ask you an' your niece to come over an' take tea to-morrow.
Flora, she'd come, but she didn't get out to the funeral.

This is my nephew, Francis Arms, my sister's son.

I s'pose you remember him when he was a little boy." Mrs.Field bowed primly to the young man.

The old lady was eying Lois.

"I s'pose this is your niece, Esther?
I heard she'd come," she said, with sharp graciousness.
"This is Miss Lois Field; I'll make you acquainted, Mis' Maxwell," replied Mrs.Field.
Mrs.Maxwell reached out her hand, and Lois took it trembling; her little girlish figure drooped before them all.
"She don't look much like you, Esther.