Mrs Jenkins obeys her son's wish, and is soon sleeping soundly.
Howel then gives Netta the following intelligence, which, as it interests her, we will hope may be interesting to her friends.
'The old gown you gave my mother, Netta, I sent to a celebrated house in town, and calling there the next day ordered a proper trousseau to be made for you.'
'What's a trousseau, Howel?'
'You little dunce. Why, what we call a stafell without the household furniture. So you will find a wedding dress and all kinds of dresses and garments without number awaiting you, for I gave the milliner carte blanche.'
'What's carte blanche, cousin? You are become so grand.'
'Never mind—white paper with two meanings. And here is a present to begin with.'
Howel takes a leather case from his pocket and puts it into Netta's hand. She opens it, and sees a beautiful little gold watch and chain.
'Oh, you dear, kind cousin, Howel!' she cries; her eyes sparkling with delight. 'I have longed for one all my life.'
'Will you go back again, Netta dear?' asks Howel archly.