"Don't ever be persuaded to part with Wentworth. He is far and away the best man I have ever had for the business."
At last the day came when Mrs. Grieves and her daughter Cicely arrived at Watakona.
There was a comical smile on the manager's good-looking face as trunk after trunk was lifted down off the waggon, and Kate's aunt announced that "there was more to come."
"More to come!" answered Kate, surprised. And then, bursting into a laugh, "Dear aunt, what can you have brought that will be of any use to you in this out-of-the-way place?"
Mrs. Grieves smilingly nodded her head. "There is not one trunk there that I could possibly do without."
And Kate, with another smile, dismissed the subject.
But not so her aunt. When they were all seated together after a comfortable tea, she began in a whisper, looking round cautiously first to see that no one was within hearing:
"You are curious, Kate dear, to know what those trunks contain?"
"My curiosity can stay, aunt. I am only afraid that what you have brought will be of no use to you. You see, I live such a quiet life here, with few friends and fewer grand dresses, that I fear you will be disappointed at not being able to wear any of the things you have brought."