"Yes."

"Of course any man who does wrong is a poor man, even if he doesn't
get caught. I'm mighty glad I wasn't born bitter as some of the
people here were. My sister Fanny isn't either. She doesn't have
much, poor girl, but I've never heard her say one word, and mother
never blames it on Mr. Bolton, either. Mother says he is getting his
punishment, and it isn't for any of us to add to it."

"Your sister was that pretty girl at the flower table?"

"Yes--I suppose you would call her pretty. I don't really know. A
fellow never does know, when the girl is his sister. She may look the
best of the bunch to him, but he's never sure."

"She is lovely," said Lydia Orr. She pointed to the shadowy house.
"That must have been a nice place once."

"Best in the village; show place. Say, what in the name of common
sense do you want to buy it for?"

"Who told you?"

"Oh, I met old Whittle just before I met you. He told me. The place
must be terribly run down. It will cost a mint of money to get it in
shape."

"I have considerable money," stated the girl quite simply.

"Well, it's none of my business, but you will have to sink