Her faithful heart and constant remembrance help to keep me true to the ideal of that sweet presence which faded from beside me when I stood on the threshold of manhood.

Margery lives at Castle Gleneesh.

When I return home, the sight which first meets my eyes as the hall door opens is old Margery in her black satin apron, lawn kerchief, and lavender ribbons.

I always feel seven then, and I always hug her.

You, Miss Champion, don't like me when I feel seven; but Margery does.