When Gladys was dressed, she gently awoke Minette, and took her into the dressing-room to attire her also.
'Gladys, dear, how pretty you look!' exclaimed the child, 'you have a pink cheek, and your eyes are as bright as the sky; and you have such a pretty gown and collar, and everything. You are quite a lady, now you have left off that gown mamma gave you so long ago. Is Uncle Owen, who is coming to-day, as nice as Uncle Rowland? Do you love him as well, Gladys?'
'He is very, very nice, dear, and as kind as any gentleman in the world.'
The little girl clapped her hands.
'I shall like to go to Glanyravon and make mamma quite well.'
Soon after breakfast, Rowland arrived, accompanied by Owen, who had travelled all night.
Gladys was with Netta in her bedroom, but all the rest of the family welcomed Owen. Mr Jones shook him by the hand with peculiar warmth, because he was given to understand that he loved his newly-found niece.
Minette was soon on his knee, and in less than ten minutes had duly informed him that she loved him next to Uncle Rowland and that Gladys told her he 'was the nicest gentleman in the world.'
Owen laughed heartily at this, to conceal his rising colour, and said,—
'And how is Gladys?'