"Nonsense!" said Jane Merrick, sharply. "I don't want to leave my money to the best of the lot."
"No?"
"By no means. I want to leave it to the one I prefer—whether she's the best or not."
"I see. Jane, I'll repeat my former observation. Your sex is a puzzle that isn't worth solving. Good night, old girl."
"Good night, John."
CHAPTER XIII.
THE OTHER NIECE.
Patricia sat down opposite her Aunt Jane. She still wore her hat and the gray wrap.
"Well, here I am," she exclaimed, with a laugh; "but whether I ought to be here or not I have my doubts."
Aunt Jane surveyed her critically.