"Well, I'm not far from being a man, am I, Rosamund? You don't mind my calling you Rosamund, do you?"

Jane Denton had a hard fight for her life. For days she hovered between this world and the next. Two or three doctors came to see her. She had two trained nurses; bulletins were put up at the door; no one was allowed to come in. The girls who were staying with Mrs. Brett were strictly forbidden to have any communication with the infected house; Rosamund and Irene were equally forbidden to go near Sunnyside.

"Oh, Aunt Susy, I simply don't believe it!"

"As you please. I am quite indifferent; only I want you to respect yourself, Irene."

"Well, I seriously think I am, for if you had seen father when he was alive you'd have said if there was a dear—I was very fond of dad—if there was a dear, sober, conscientious old man—he was a good bit older than mother—you'd have pronounced that he was he."