With what merry scorn would she have met this assertion of the _patria potestas_ from the mouth of a sound brother! Her poor Philip! "Dear old boy!--what have you been saying to Mr.Anderson ?" "Well!"-- the boy choked a little--"I've been telling him that--well, never mind!--he knows what I think about him.

Perhaps if I'd known him years ago--I'd have been different.

That don't matter.

But I want to settle things up for you and him.

Because you know, Elizabeth, you're pretty gone on him, too!" Elizabeth hid her face against his knee--without speaking.