She has no sympathy, she does not understand." "I wonder," I said reflectively, "what made your uncle bring you here." "It was a promise," she said hurriedly,--"a promise of long ago.

You yourself must know that.

Your letter from your brother in South America said, 'Mr.Delora and his niece.'" "It is true," I admitted.

"But why he should want to bring you and then neglect you like this--But I forgot," I interrupted.

"We must not talk so.