"Love and trouble always come together," sighed Patty.
"Doris has been a great help to us, as well as a great care," said Mark. "Her money saved us from ruin, and put us on our feet. I have done honestly by her, and have not forgotten that she has helped us. But I admit she fills me with anxiety, and is a strange element in our home. Once she is well married and gone, I think we shall be very happy together. I'll save this year's hundred pounds to give her a good outfit, and give her next year's hundred for a wedding present."
"She has had all the money since she was twelve," said Patty.
"True, but for the first twelve years I did not spend the half of it on her."
Next day Earle brought his mother, and proudly presented Doris to her.
Mrs. Moray, making allowances for the enthusiasm of a lover, had expected to find a rosy, pretty country girl. She saw a dainty, high-bred beauty, of the most exquisite and aristocratic type. She looked in wonder at Doris, then helplessly at Mark and Patty.
"How little your daughter resembles you!" she cried.
Patty blushed, honest Mark studied the carpet pattern, the pretty lips of Doris curled scornfully.
Mrs. Moray suspected a mystery. Mark Brace spoke up:
"I'd like a word with you and your son in the garden, ma'am."