Besides Osborne and Balderstone and Miss Andrews--of whom I shall at
this time not speak at length, since the balance of this little
narrative is to be devoted to the setting forth of her peculiarities
and charms--there were a number of minor characters, not so necessary
to the story perhaps as they might have been, but interesting enough
in their way, and very well calculated to provide the material needed
for the filling out of the required number of pages. Furthermore,
they completed the picture.

"I don't want to put in three vivid figures, and leave the reader to
imagine that the rest of the world has been wiped out of existence,"
said Harley, as he talked it over with me. "That is not art. There
should be three types of character in every book--the positive, the
average, and the negative. In that way you grade your story off into
the rest of the world, and your reader feels that while he may never
have met the positive characters, he has met the average or the
negative, or both, and is therefore by one of these links connected
with the others, and that gives him a personal interest in the story;
and it's the reader's personal interest that the writer is after."

So Miss Andrews was provided with a very conventional aunt--the kind
of woman you meet with everywhere; most frequently in church
squabbles and hotel parlors, however. Mrs. Corwin was this lady's
name, and she was to enact the role of chaperon to Miss Andrews.
With Mrs. Corwin, by force of circumstances, came a pair of twin
children, like those in the Heavenly Twins, only more real, and not
so Sarah Grandiose in their manners and wit.

These persons Harley booked for the steamship New York, sailing from
New York City for Southampton on the third day of July, 1895. The