"Didn't you say something about—about—your sister, the other day?"
"Yes—she's got back," said Olly, curtly.
"Here?"
"Here."
"Well?" said Mr. Hamlin, a little impatiently.
"Well," returned Olly, with a slight toss of her curls, "she's got back and I reckon it's about time she did."
Strange to say, Olly's evident lack of appreciation of her sister seemed to please Mr. Hamlin—possibly because it agreed with his own idea of Grace's superiority and his inability to recognise or accept her as the sister of Gabriel.
"Where has she been all this while?" asked Jack, rolling his large hollow eyes over Olly.
"Goodness knows! Says she's bin livin' in some fammerly down in the South—Spanish, I reckon; thet's whar she gits those airs and graces."
"Has she ever been here—in this room?" asked Mr. Hamlin.