Kate was a lovable lass, but like every complete woman, she had a temper and a stock of prejudices.

She was good comrade with all true men, although her heart was whole, and with a few women that did not mince their words or carry two faces, but Kate had claws inside the velvet, and once she so handled with her tongue a young fellow who offended her that he sent in his papers.

What she said was not much, but it was memorable, and every word drew blood.

Her father was never quite certain what she would do, although he was always sure of her love.
"Do you suppose, dad, that I 'm to take up with all your friends of the jackdaw days?
You seem to have kept fine company." Kate was already out of the dogcart, and now took Bell by the hand.
"I am the General's daughter, and he was telling me that you and he were playmates long ago.

You 'll let me come to see you, and you 'll tell me all his exploits when he was John Carnegie ?" [Illustration: "I am the General's daughter."] "To think he minded me, an' him sae lang awa' at the weary wars." Bell was between the laughing and the crying.