"I can't see what her being an heiress should have to do with it," said Preston, "except rather to make it unnecessary as well as a bore. Who is it, mamma?"
"I have recommended Miss Pinshon."
"Oh, then, it is not fixed yet."
"Yes, it is fixed. Miss Pinshon is coming as soon as we get to Magnolia."
"I'll be off before that," said Preston. "Who is Miss Pinshon?"
"How should you know? She has lived at Jessamine Bank,—educated the Dalzell girls."
"What sort of a person, mamma!"
"What sort of a person?" said my Aunt Gary; "why a governess sort of a person. What sort should she be."
"Any other sort in the world," said Preston, "for my money. That is just the sort to worry poor little Daisy out of her life."
"You are a foolish boy!" said Aunt Gary. "Of course if you