"The duties of a guardian--are--er--to--er--to see that one's ward is comfortable and happy." "Then there is a great deal of duty for _you_ to do," says she solemnly, letting her chin slip into the hollow of her hand.
"I know--I'm sure of it," says the professor with a sigh that might be called a groan.

"But your aunt, Miss Majendie--your mother's sister--can----" "I don't believe she's my mother's sister," says Miss Wynter calmly.

"I have seen my mother's picture.

It is lovely! Aunt Jane was a changeling--I'm sure of it.

But never mind her.