You will remember, madam, who it was wished me good fortune.

It has undeniably come!" "Then," said the white-haired lady, "next year I will do as much again, though it will be a little unnecessary, because you have my good wishes all the time.

Still, you are too prosaic to fancy they can have anything to do with--this." She pointed to the wheat, but, though Winston smiled again, there was a curious expression in his face as he glanced at her niece.
"I certainly do, and your good-will has made a greater difference than you realize to me," he said.
Miss Barrington looked at him steadily.

"Lance," she said, "there is something about you and your speeches that occasionally puzzles me.
Now, of course, that was the only rejoinder you could make, but I fancied you meant it." "I did," said Winston, with a trace of grimness in his smile.

"Still, isn't it better to tell any one too little rather than too much ?" "Well," said Miss Barrington, "you are going to be franker with me by and by.