"I have an album.

There are some Paiges, Ormonds, and Berkleys in it----" Ailsa came forward slowly.
"Shall I look for it, Celia ?" "No, Honey-bell." She turned lightly and went into the back parlour, smiling mysteriously to herself, her vast, pale-blue crinoline rustling against the furniture.
"My sister-in-law," said Ailsa, after an interval of silent constraint, "is very Southern.

Any sort of kinship means a great deal to her.

I, of course, am Northern, and regard such matters as unimportant." "It is very gracious of Mrs.Craig to remember it," he said.

"I know nothing finer than confidence in one's own kin." She flushed angrily.