The fact is, I don't see that I want a step-grandmother at all; and I can't be expected to want an ill-bred one anyway.

So--so--I disown you." Lady Beauleigh's face quivered with rage; she gathered herself together as if to box Tinker's ears; thought better of it, and hurried away.
Tinker and Elsie looked at one another, and laughed softly.
"Horrid old woman," said Elsie.
"A dreadful person," said Tinker.
As Lady Beauleigh strode out of the gardens, she came full upon Sir Tancred and Dorothy.

He raised his hat, she tried to glare through him, and glared at him.
"That's my step-mother," said Sir Tancred.

"I wonder what's the matter with her.

She looks upset." "Upset! Why, she looked furious--malignant!" said Dorothy.
Then they saw Tinker and Elsie coming towards them.
"I see," said Sir Tancred softly.
"Oh, if she's met my young charges!" said Dorothy, and she threw out her hands.
"Have you been doing anything to your grandmother, Tinker ?" cried Sir Tancred.
"Well--I disowned her," said Tinker.
"Disowned her!" "Yes; I had to," said Tinker with a faint regret.