Eeny came over, kissed her father and sister good-night, and retired.

Grace, with a simple good-night, was following her example, but the cordial Captain held out his hand.
"Good-night, my little housekeeper," he said; "and pleasant dreams." Miss Danton held out her taper fingers, but her good-night was quiet and cool.
Her father's housekeeper, it would seem, did not impress her very favourably, or she was too proud to be cordial with dependants.
Up in her own room, Grace turned her lamp low, and sitting down by the window, drew back the curtains.

The rain still fell, the November wind surged through the trees, and the blackness was impenetrable.

Was this wintry tempest, as her brother had said, ominous of coming trouble and storms in their peaceful Canadian home?
"I wonder how she and Rose will get on," thought Grace.

"Rose's temper is as gusty as this November night, and I should judge those purple eyes can flash with the Danton fire, too.