I slept at your horrid little county town last night; and the night before I missed a steamer or a train, I forget which, and slept at Bristol; and that's how I got here.

And, now I am here, I ought to give my guardian a kiss--oughtn't I?
Shall I call you papa?
I think I will.

And shall I call _you_ uncle, sir, and give you a kiss too?
We shall come to it sooner or later--shan't we ?--and we may as well begin at once, I suppose." Her fresh young lips touched my old withered cheek first, and then Owen's; a soft, momentary shadow of tenderness, that was very pretty and becoming, passing quickly over the sunshine and gayety of her face as she saluted us.

The next moment she was on her feet again, inquiring "who the wonderful man was who built The Glen Tower," and wanting to go all over it immediately from top to bottom.
As we took her into the house, I made the necessary apologies for the miserable condition of the lean-to, and assured her that, ten days later, she would have found it perfectly ready to receive her.
She whisked into the rooms--looked all round them--whisked out again--declared she had come to live in the old Tower, and not in any modern addition to it, and flatly declined to inhabit the lean-to on any terms whatever.

I opened my lips to state certain objections, but she slipped away in an instant and made straight for the Tower staircase.
"Who lives here ?" she asked, calling down to us, eagerly, from the first-floor landing.
"I do," said Owen; "but, if you would like me to move out--" She was away up the second flight before he could say any more.