"If Micah is at home we haven't any," he said, decidedly. "Most of our bedrooms are shut up."
"Then I shall have to sit up all night or go to a hotel," said the girl, with equal decision.
Mrs. Prymmer felt herself called upon to save the family reputation. She stepped into the hall, and in a voice choking with wrath called up the staircase, "Micah isn't home,—put her in his room."
The girl looked over the railing at her. It seemed to Mrs. Prymmer that her eyes were rolling mischievously. "Thank you," she said, sweetly, then she retired, and her disconcerted mother-in-law went back to the parlour.
CHAPTER II.
AN UNEXPECTED DAUGHTER-IN-LAW.
When Justin returned to the parlour there was a slight flush on his face, and, taking off his spectacles, he wiped them with a somewhat weary air.
"I guess you've got a handful in your new wife," said his mother, with resentful relish.
He gave her an unexpected smile. "She hasn't been brought up as we have—" Then he paused and fell into a reverie out of which his mother inexorably roused him. "I wish you would get on with your story. I don't want to stay here all night."