Miss Sheldon and Miss Wilder know.

They are personal friends of Father's." "If I had only known when first you came to Wayne Hall," was Kathleen's regretful cry.
"But I didn't wish you to know," returned Patience.

"I wished you to like me for myself, and you wouldn't.

You thought me pedantic and narrow-minded, and set me down as a typical New England woman of the grim, uncompromising type, who boasts of her Puritan ancestry, and goes through life ungracious and forbidding.

I don't believe I am pedantic or narrow-minded or small-souled, but I have plenty of other faults, as you'll learn before the year is over.