I took her supper up to her, and she ate every mite, and now I have given her her aunt's jewelry and she's tickled to pieces with it, standing before the looking-glass and staring at herself like a little peacock." Sylvia laughed with tender triumph.
"I suppose now she'll be decking herself out, and every young man in East Westland will be after her," said Henry.

He laughed, but a little bitterly.

He, also, was not altogether unselfish concerning the proprietorship of this young thing which had come into his elderly life.

He was not as Sylvia, but although he would have denied it he privately doubted if even Horace was quite good enough for this girl.

When it came to it, in his heart of hearts, he doubted if any but the fatherly love which he himself gave might be altogether good for her.
"Rose is perfectly contented just the way she is," declared Sylvia, turning upon him.