"I shall be anxious to know how you get out of the next fire, without Mr. Andrews here to see to it."
"I hope we sha'n't have another fire; but if we do, we shall miss Mr. Andrews, I am sure, for he was most kind in every way. But it is possible that we may not be alone; my brother may spend the winter with us; he is coming home this autumn."
"Your brother? Is it possible? That is the young—the young—monk, that I've heard them talking of."
"Yes."
"Oh, then I am almost sorry that we're going away. I had such a curiosity to see him. Probably you don't know, but I take the greatest interest in the Catholic movement."
"I certainly had not suspected it."
"Oh, dear Miss Rothermel, how sarcastically you said that. I find Mr. Andrews was right about that
"keen, sarcastic levity of tongue,
The stinging of a heart the world hath stung."
"Papa said that about old Mr. Vanderveer; it wasn't about Missy," put in Gabrielle again, and this time she didn't get a kiss for it.
"You are a very pert little girl," said Flora, withdrawing her arm, "and would be the better for a year or two of boarding-school."