CHAPTER VI.
One winter morning before daylight, Veronica came to my room, and asked me if I had heard any walking about the house during the night.
She had, and was going to inquire about it.

She soon returned with, "You have a brother.

Temperance says my nose is broken.

He will be like you, I suppose, and have everything he asks for.

I don't care for him; but," crying out with passion, "get up.