For very joy the parents could not sleep; they lay awake a long while talking of their sons and the new daughter.
"She looks very young," Mr. Keith remarked.
"About eighteen, I should think," said his wife. "Poor lonely dear! we must be very kind to her, especially for what she did for Rupert."
"Yes, as kind as we know how to be," assented Mr. Keith. "I cannot yet quite overcome a feeling of repugnance at the thought of a foreigner as a daughter-in-law; but I trust I shall be able to in time; and in the mean while I certainly intend to treat her as well as if I were delighted with the match."
"She is very beautiful," remarked his wife; "what lovely, expressive eyes she has!"
"Very, and they gaze at Rupert as if he were a sort of demigod in her opinion," laughed the father. A happy, gleeful laugh it was.
"Our boy's return is making you young again, Stuart," said his wife.
"Both of us, I hope, my dear," he responded. "But now we must try to sleep, or I fear we shall feel old in the morning."
The whole family were disposed to think well of the new member and make her quite one of themselves, especially for Rupert's sake. Don expressed himself as delighted with her looks and manners, and "How beautiful she is!" "Yes, perfectly lovely," were the sentences exchanged between Mildred and Zillah as they left their father's door that night to go to their own homes; and Flora received quite an enthusiastic description of her charms from the doctor when they met at the breakfast-table the next morning.