“Brother,” she said, snatching, in her anger, the first word, “that girl has insulted me grossly.”
“Yes, Jemima, I heard; but try to forget it for a moment. I have great news for you. This letter is about cousin Jack.”
In a moment Miss Jemima had forgotten her insubordinate cook.
“So the poor creature is found!” she said when she had taken, and read, the letter.
“Yes, and he proves to be in a condition which will render doubly welcome the good news he will shortly receive.”
“Then you persist in your intention to hand over to him a share of uncle’s money?”
“To be sure I do!”
“Well,” retorted Miss Jemima, somewhat acrimoniously, “it’s a pity. That portion of the money will be dispersed in a worse manner even than it was gathered.”
“Don’t say that, Jemima,” said her brother gravely.
“Well,” asked Miss Jemima, dispensing with further protest, “what are you going to do?”