A prophet, versed in such matters, would have predicted that ten years hence Miss "Jill" Oliphant might seriously interfere with the shape of her elder sister's nose.

But as no prophets were present, only a fogey like Mr Armstrong and an inexperienced boy like Roger, no one concerned themselves about the future, but voted the little lady of ten a winsome child.
"Well, thanks for all _your_ help," said Tom to his elder sister.

"I don't know what we should have done without her.

Eh, Roger ?" "Upon my word, with _you_ in charge down there," retorted the young lady, "I wouldn't have been safe in that awful place a minute longer.

I wonder you haven't packed up Jill in one of the trunks." "Oh, Cousin Roger took care of me," said Miss Jill demurely.
"I hope Armstrong did the same to you, Rosalind," said Roger.