If you want to be chums with me, don't preach!" Winona was silent.

Her brother's infatuation for the Vicar's scapegrace ward was the affair of a year ago.

She had hoped he had forgotten it.
His escapades at the time, in company with his hero, had caused his mother to seek the advice and guidance of her trustee.
"Some one was telling me the other day that old oak furniture is worth a tremendous lot of money now," continued Percy, his eye roving round the room with an air almost of future proprietorship.

"If that's so these things of Aunt Harriet's are a little gold mine.

There was an account of a sale in the newspaper, with a picture of a cupboard that fetched two hundred pounds.