But I really am related to _her_, for her mother and I are third cousins, while it was my husband who was distantly related to the Henshaw family." "What's her name ?" "'Mary Jane Arkwright.' Where is that letter ?" "Here it is, on the floor," reported Billy.

"Were you going to read it to me ?" she asked, as she picked it up.
"Yes--if you don't mind." "I'd love to hear it." "Then I'll read it.

It--it rather annoys me in some ways.

I thought the whole family understood that I wasn't living by myself any longer--that I was living with you.

I'm sure I thought I wrote them that, long ago.
But this sounds almost as if they didn't understand it--at least, as if this girl didn't." "How old is she ?" "I don't know; but she must be some old, to be coming here to Boston to study music, alone--singing, I think she said." "You don't remember her, then ?" Aunt Hannah frowned and paused, the letter half withdrawn from its envelope.
"No--but that isn't strange.