"See if he don't think so."
"Which brother?"
"Your brother that's here — your brother Winthrop."
"Does he think she is?"
"Ask him," repeated Mrs. Nettley.
"I don't know why I should ask him," said Winnie turning over uneasily on her couch; — "I don't care if she is or no."
"Ay, but you might care."
"I don't know why," said Winnie.
"How would you like to have a new sister one of these days? — by and by?"
"A sister?"