"Oh, Guy, how can you speak so?"
"Why not? We need the money badly enough, I'm sure. She only wastes it on churches and orphans' homes. I wish to Heaven I was an orphan; Aunt Jelly might take some interest in me."
"Well, you are an orphan."
"Yes, but that's not the genuine article. Aunt Jelly loves a snivelling, alone-in-the-world brat who needs reforming. A titled orphan like myself is no fun. I can't harrow her soul."
"You did your best to do so just now," said Alizon, laughing. Sir Guy echoed her laughter, and when they arrived at their hotel both of them came to the conclusion that they had passed a very pleasant afternoon.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
BRINGING HOME THE BRIDE.
"'Oh, mither! mither I've brocht hame
A bonnie bride upon my steed,
Sae lift her o'er the lintel stane,