"Well, I haven't told you about my trip yet, to Killamet."
"Ah! It was then to Killamet that you have been? I have thought so, though you did say it was a business trip."
"And so it was, partly; old Adam has sold my yacht, and I went to get the money."
"Are there, then, no banks with drafts, or notes of post in Killamet?" rallyingly.
"Don't tease, auntie, but listen. I called on the little princess."
"Of course."
"And, Aunt Felicie, her father is lost at sea, and she is caring for all those little ones, alone."
"Ah, the poor child! Is she then born to trouble, as the sparks do fly upward? Are they very, very poor, Robert?"
"No; she said they had means, though it is probably but little, a thousand or two at most; they seemed comfortable, though you know how plainly they live; and, aunt, she is more beautiful than ever!"
"Yes, hers is of that kind of beauty that does grow, as her soul grows, for it is from the within. Did she to me send any special word?"