She shrugged her shoulders, and answered evasively:
"I dare say we will get on well enough, if she will only quit looking so dismal and graveyardish. I don't know about loving her; we shall see."
"You can go down to your mother now," said he gravely.
"That means you are tired of me, Uncle Guy!" cried she, saucily shaking her curls over her face.
"Yes, heartily tired of you; take yourself off."
"Good-by, shadow; I shall come to see you again to-morrow." She reached the door, but looked back.
"Uncle, have you seen Charon since you came home?"
"No."
"Well, he will die if you don't do something for him. It is a shame to forget him as you do!" said she indignantly.
"Attend to your own affairs, and do not interfere with mine."