terrible. I don't know what to do with you. Since your poor mother
died my life has been nothing but trouble and vexation. I can't manage
you, you are too strong for me. So she hasn't left her room; crying
her eyes out, because I won't consent to her marrying a penniless
young officer! But I will not squander my money. I made it all myself,
by my own industry, and I refuse to keep young fellows in idleness."

"I don't give you any trouble, father."

"You are the best, Maggie, but you encourage your sister Sally. I hear
that you, too, were seen walking with young Meason."

"It is not true, I assure you, father. I met him as I was going to the
post-office. I said, 'How do you do?' and I passed on."

"Where is Sally?"

"She went out a few minutes ago."

"Didn't she know the time? She ought to be dressing for dinner. Do you
know where she's gone?"

"I think she went down the slonk."

His children had inherited his straight, sharp features and his small,
black, vivid eyes. Their hair was of various hues of black. Maggie's
was raven black and glossy; Sally's was coarse and of a hue like
black-lead; Grace's was abundant and relieved with sooty shades;
Willy's hair was brown. He was the fair one of the family, and his
hair was always closely cut in military fashion, and he wore a long