Had my grandmother ?" she asked.

Her actual sequences were not rapid, but she had already anticipated him.

"I've thought of that before, because I put the same question to mother." "And what did your mother say ?" "'Imagination--dear mamma?
Not a grain!'" The old man showed a faint flush.

"Your mother then has a supply that makes up for it." The girl fixed him on this with a deeper attention.

"You don't like her having said that." His colour came stronger, though a slightly strained smile did what it could to diffuse coolness.