"Wasn't she a tall, thin lady, with a pleasant face ?" "Yes," answered Mrs.Dale, nodding her sleek, head, "yes, _rather_ pleasant, but melancholy.

And no wonder, talking about her aches and pains all the time! But that's where the button manufacturer showed.

She was devoted to that boy of hers, and a very nice child he was, too." She looked sharply at her niece as she spoke.
"I remember him," Lois said.

"I saw Gifford shake him once; 'he was too little to lick,' he said." "I'm afraid Gifford is very rough and unmannerly sometimes," Mrs.Dale said.

"But then, those Woodhouse girls couldn't be expected to know how to bring up a big boy." "I don't think Giff is unmannerly," cried Lois.
"Well, not exactly," Mrs.Dale admitted; "but of course he isn't like Mr.
Forsythe.