There is one thing I forgot to say to you, but I do not suppose it will make any difference, as we are real country people now: our new cook is accustomed to eating at the table with the family." Ralph's face flushed.

"Upon my word!" he exclaimed, staring at his sister.

"Well," he continued, "I don't care what she is accustomed to, but she cannot eat at our table.

I may carry wood for cooks, but I do not eat with them." "But, Ralph," said Miriam, "you ought to consider the circumstances.

She is not a common Irishwoman, or German.