“Has she been here?”

“Yes; and I don't like her.”

“Why?”

“I don't believe she cares for him, and she ought to be ashamed of herself.”

My sister turned away, her cheeks red with indignation.

“No woman has any right to marry a man that she does not love,” she went on. “Do you really think he cares for her?”

“So he told me.”

“Well, I do hope she makes him a good wife. They are to be married in June.”

“In June!”

“Yes; he spoke of it one evening to mother and me, and looked as if he were talking about his funeral.”