"So you have observed it?" he asked in an injured tone.

Mrs. Burwell laid her brush aside and crossed the room to where he
stood.

"Everybody knows you are a very clever man, Mr. Burwell," she said. "I
have never pretended to have as much sense as a man, and I hope nobody
has ever accused me of anything so unwomanly--but there are some things
you can't teach your wife, with all your experience."

Mr. Burwell stroked the plump hand on his arm and smiled in returning
self-esteem.

"And you are quite sure he fancies Sally?" he inquired.

"I know it," replied his wife decisively.

"Would it not be wise to prepare her, my dear?"

"Prepare Sally?" gasped Mrs. Burwell, and she went back to her mirror
with dancing eyes.

VI

"I have learned all they can teach me here," wrote Eugenia from school
on her eighteenth birthday, "so I'll be home to-morrow."

"Bless my soul!" exclaimed the general, holding the letter above his
cakes and coffee. "The child's mad--clean mad! We must put a stop to
it."

"Write her to stay where she is," said Miss Chris decisively.

"I'll write her, the young puss!" returned the general angrily. "Giving
herself airs at her age, is she? Why, she's just left her bottle!"

"What else does she say, Tom?" inquired his sister as she passed him the
maple syrup.

The letter fluttered helplessly in the general's hand. "I can't stay
away any longer from my dear, bad-tempered, old dad," he read in a
breaking voice; then he added hesitatingly, "I don't reckon she's right
about knowing enough, eh, Chris?"

"Certainly not," responded Miss Chris severely. "The child's as
headstrong as a colt. Get that letter off in time for the train, and
I'll let Sampson carry it to town."

The general finished his breakfast and went to the old secretary in the
library to write his letter. When he had given it to Sampson he came
back to Miss Chris, who was washing the teacups in the pantry.

"I s'pose we might as well get her room ready," he suggested. "She may
come, anyway, you know."

Miss Chris looked up with a laugh from the delicate saucer she was
wiping.

"I know it," she admitted; "and I'll see to her room. But your letter
was positive, I hope?"

"Y-e-s," answered the general lamely, and he returned to the Richmond
papers with an eager flush in his face.

The next day when Eugenia reached Kingsborough she found the dilapidated
carriage awaiting her, with Sampson upon the driver's seat. With an