“Heaven forbid, Ralph! I will nurse you now, and Isabel shall relieve me from time to time.”
“No, my dear, no,” he said gently. “You are very good and kind, but you do not understand.”
“Not understand nursing?” she cried angrily. “Not such nursing as I require. No, my dear. She cannot go.”
“Then I shall,” cried Aunt Anne angrily.
Her brother laughed softly.
“No,” he said; “you will not go. The house could not exist without you, sister.”
“Am I to keep your house, then, or not, Ralph?”
“To keep it? of course, dear, as you always have done.”
“I am mistress here, then?”
“Yes, my dear, yes.”