"She has a gentle, yielding disposition like her boy's."
"They call her the Ronalda, don't they?"
"Yes, that is her stage name—her old aunt's choice. Now here we are at the house. Remember you are to speak of this to no one but your mother."
"Cross my heart, Dad—my! wouldn't I fret if I'd had no mother."
The man gave her a strange look that I had interpreted later. "And you promise to stand by your cousin," he went on.
"Sure, Dad."
She spoke with great conviction, yet in a few days this queer girl was beating my young master like a little fury.
Mr. Devering sauntered in to Dallas' room through the open French window and Cassowary turned to me.