the family at Daneshead Castle, her interest suddenly awoke. About the old lord — how vast his possessions — how ancient the family — how neglected the castle had been ever since Lady Thryng’s death, — everything allowed to run down, even though they were so vastly rich — how different everything was now the parsimonious old lord was dead and the new lord had come in, and there were once more ladies in the family — what a time since there had been a Lady Thryng at Daneshead — how much Lady Laura was like her cousin Lyon — how reckless she would be if her mother did not hold her with a firm hand — and so the chatter ran on.

The girl enjoyed the distinction of knowing all about the great family and enlightening this stranger from America, whose silent attention and