CHAPTER XIII
UNCLE AND NIECE
For a few moments Sylvia sat absorbed in her train of thought, and suddenly coming to herself, found the stranger's intent gaze upon her. He noted her sudden embarrassment, and hastened to speak.
"Thinkright's worst enemy could never accuse him of preaching what he does not practice," he said.
"Has he any enemies?"
"He's liable to have one in me." The shaggy brows drew down, but the thin, smooth-shaven lips twitched, and the girl saw that the speech had a humorous intent.
She smiled. "Then I shall protect him. He is my cousin."
"Oh, you're related, eh?"
"Yes, and I love him. He is the only one of my relations that I can endure!"
"H'm. Poor relations."