All at once she was in the middle of a fairy tale, and had not a notion what was coming next.

Her dumb shepherd boy a baronet!--and, more wonderful still, a Galbraith! She must be dreaming in the wide street! The last she had seen of him was as he was driven from the house by her father, when he had just saved her life.

That was but a few weeks ago, and here he was, called Sir Gilbert Galbraith! It was a delicious bit of wonderment.
"Oh!" said Miss Kimble a second time, recovering herself a little, "I see! A relative, Miss Galbraith! I did not understand.

That of course sets everything right--at least--even then--the open street, you know!--You will understand, Mr.Sclater .-- I beg your pardon, Sir Gilbert.

I hope I did not hurt you with my parasol!" Gibbie again laughed aloud.
"Thank you," said Miss Kimble confused, and annoyed with herself for being so, especially before her girls.