with somebody--somebody Sally didn't approve of particularly--
well, that would account for it, of course--but Sally didn't say
anything that would make me think that--or Dale either--though
I don't suppose Dale would, yet, even to me. I haven't seen so
much of her in these last two years--"

Then Miss Cornelia's mind seized upon a sentence in a hurried flow
of her sister's last instructions--a sentence that had passed
almost unnoticed at the time--something about Dale and "an
unfortunate attachment--but of course, Cornelia, dear, she's so
young--and I'm sure it will come to nothing now her father and I
have made our attitude plain!"

"Pshaw--I bet that's it," thought Miss Cornelia shrewdly. "Dale's
fallen in love, or thinks she has, with some decent young man without
a penny or an 'eligibility' to his name--and now she's unhappy
because her parents don't approve--or because she's trying to give
him up and finds she can't. Well--" and Miss Cornelia's tight little
gray curls trembled with the vehemence of her decision, "if the young
thing ever comes to me for advice I'll give her a piece of my mind
that will surprise her and scandalize Sally Van Gorder Ogden out of
her seven senses. Sally thinks nobody's worth looking at if they
didn't come over to America when our family did--she hasn't gumption
enough to realize that if some people hadn't come over later, we'd
all still be living on crullers and Dutch punch!"

She was just stretching out her hand to ring for Lizzie when a knock
came at the door. She gathered her Paisley shawl more tightly about
her shoulders. "Who is it--oh, it's only you, Lizzie," as a
pleasant Irish face, crowned by an old-fashioned pompadour of