always eats muffins after she's been to a funeral."

"The maid said you wanted to see me about something in particular," Nora
gently reminded him.

"That's right, I was forgetting."

He wheeled suddenly once more on Miss Pringle, who had arrived at that
stage in her study of the rug when she was carefully tracing out the
pattern with the point of her umbrella.

"If Sarah wasn't Benjamin's mother, whose mother was she?"

"If you want to know, I recommend you to read your Bible," retorted that
lady with something approaching heat.

Mr. Hornby slapped his knee. "I thought it was a stumper," he remarked
with evident satisfaction.

"The fact is, I'm going to Canada and mother told me you had a brother
or something out there."

"A brother, not a something," said Nora, with a smile.

"And she said, perhaps you wouldn't mind giving me a letter to him."

"I will with pleasure. But I'm afraid he won't be much use to you. He's
a farmer and he lives miles away from anywhere."

"But I'm going in for farming."