orphan. Had she been one there would have been no one to remark that her
eyes were exactly like Justin's and she carried herself like a
Huntingdon, but that she must have inherited her smile from the other
side of the house. Barbara had that same smile and winning way with her.
It was pleasant to be discussed when only pleasant things were said, and
to have her neat stitches exclaimed over and praised as they were passed
around.

She thought about it again after dinner, and felt so sorry for children
who were orphans, that she decided to spend a large part of her share of
the buried treasure in making them happy. She was sure that Richard would
give part of his share, too, when he found it, and when the picture show
which they were going to buy was in good running order, they would make
it a rule that orphans should always be let in free.

She came back from this pleasant day-dream to hear Cousin Mehitable
saying, "Speaking of thieves, does anyone know what ever became of poor
Dan Darcy?"

Nobody knew, and they all shook their heads and said that it was a pity
that he had turned out so badly. It was hard to believe it of him when he
had always been such a kind, pleasant-spoken boy, just like his father;
and if ever there was an honest soul in the whole round world it was the
old Town-crier.

At that Georgina gave such a start that she ran, her needle into her
thumb, and a tiny drop of blood spurted out. She did not know that Uncle
Darcy had a son. She had never heard his name mentioned before. She had
been at his house many a time, and there never was anyone there besides
himself except his wife, "Aunt Elspeth" (who was so old and feeble that