And I must protect myself somehow against fortune-hunters." Vera was silent.

This high-spirited young cousin of her husband's was often a sore anxiety to her.

She had had sole charge of the girl for the past three years and had found it no light responsibility.
"Cheer up, darling!" besought Doris.

"There is not the smallest cause for a wrinkled brow.

Perhaps the experiment will turn out a success this time.