"I wasn't sure," she whispered, "but he--told me, and--now I am sure." Then Rose wept a little, softly, against Sylvia's thin breast.

Sylvia stood like a stone.

"Haven't you had all you wanted here ?" she asked.
"Oh, Aunt Sylvia, you know I have.

You've been so good to me." "I had got my plans made to put in a bath-room," said Sylvia.

"I've got the carpenters engaged, and the plumber.