Why, if we'd lost _our_ boys, she'd have been trying to make it up to Queenie and me for not having brothers.

I know her! That's her way!" Bess had much to show to her visitor when tea in the dainty morning-room was over.

There were her books, and her photographs and postcard albums, and all kinds of girlish possessions, and a cocker spaniel with three puppies as fat as roly-poly puddings, and a fern-case opening out of one of her bedroom windows, and a collection of pressed wild flowers, and a green parroquet that would sit on her wrist, and allow her to stroke its head, though it snapped at strangers.

They had been working upwards through the house, and finally Bess led the way to the top landing of all.

She paused for a moment before the door of an attic room.
"I expect you'll know this place!" she remarked shyly, ushering in her guest.
Ingred looked round in amazement.