Standing with her back to the door she said abruptly-- "I hope you won't mind, Uncle Ewen, but I've been buying a few things we want, for my room and Annette's.

When I go, of course they can be turned out.

But may I tell the shop now to send them in ?" The Reader turned in some embarrassment, his spectacles on his nose.
"My dear girl, anything to make you comfortable! But I wish you had consulted me.

Of course, we would have got anything you really wanted." "Oh, that would have been dreadfully unfair!" laughed Constance.

"It's my fault, you see.