His meals are carried upland no one sees him but your father, and sister, and Ogden." "Mon Dieu!" cried Rose, opening her eyes very wide.

"A mystery under our very noses! What can it mean?
There's something wrong somewhere, isn't there ?" "I don't know anything about it; it is none of my business, and I never interfere in other people's." "You dear old Granny Grumpy! And now that I've had enough to eat, why don't you ask me about my visit to Ottawa, and what kind of time I had ?" "Because I really don't care anything about it.

However, I trust you enjoyed yourself." "Enjoyed myself!" shrilly cried Rose.

"It was like being in paradise! I never had such a splendid, charming, delightful time since I was born! I never was so sorry for anything as for leaving." "Really!" "Oh, Grace! it was beautiful--so gay, so much company; and I do love company! A ball to-night, a concert to-morrow, a sociable next evening, the theatre, dinner-parties, matinees, morning calls, shopping and receptions! Oh," cried Rose, rapturously, "it was glorious!" "Dear me!" said Grace, stitching away like a sewing-machine; "it must have been a great trial to leave." "It was.

But I am going back.