He was such a poor dear fellow, you know, and hadn't anybody, not even a mother, to comfort him, and he had often said that if his charming and divine little Katy should ever prove false, he would go and drown himself in the lake.

And that would be _so_ awful, you know.

And, besides, Brother Albert had plenty to love him.

There was mother, and there was that quiet kind of a young lady at the City Hotel that Albert went to see so often, though how he could like anybody so cool she didn't know.

And then Cousin Isa would love Brother Albert maybe, if he'd ask her.