His sister felt that after such a demonstration of affection from him there was little left to live for.
"Good-night, you dear," she said; "I'll wake you in the morning, and have your bath ready for you at eight."
"Good old girl!" said Hugh John tolerantly, and went to bed, glad that he had been so nice to Prissy about the brush-covers. Such a little makes a girl happy, you know.
Perhaps, all things being considered, it was for the good of our hero's soul at this time that Cissy Carter was on hand to take some of the conceit out of him.
