her affections upon one who did not prize them.

When Wilford first returned from Silverton he had, as a sore means of
forgetting Katy, told his mother and sisters something of the farmhouse
and its inmates; and Juno, while ridiculing both Helen and Katy, had
felt a fierce pang of jealousy in knowing they were cousins to Morris
Grant, who lived so near that he could, if he liked, see them every day.
In Paris Juno had suspected that somebody was standing between her and
Dr. Grant and how with the quick insight of a smart, bright woman, she
guessed that it was one of these same cousins, Katy most likely, her
brother having described Helen as very commonplace, and for a time she
had hated poor, innocent Katy most cordially for having come between her
and the only man for whom she had ever really cared. Gradually, however,
the feeling died away, but was revived again at sight of Morris Grant,
and at the table she could not forbear saying to him:

"By the way, Dr. Grant, why did you never tell us of those charming
cousins, when you were in Paris? Why, Brother Will describes one of them
as a little water lily, she is so fair and pretty. Katy, I think is her
name. Wilford, isn't it Katy Lennox whom you think so beautiful, and
with whom you are more than half in love?"

"Yes, it is Katy," and Wilford spoke sternly, for he did not like Juno's
bantering tone, but he could not stop her, and she went on:

"Are they your cousins, Dr. Grant?"

"No, they are removed from me two or three degrees, their father having
been only my second cousin."