It happened in the sacred dressing-room, where Mrs. Price was cloaking
with her own hands the departing half-niece of Mr. Spindler. Taking that
opportunity to seize the lovely relative by the shoulders and shake her
violently, she said: "Oh, yes, and it's all very well for you, Kate, you
limb! For you're going away, and will never see Rough and Ready and poor
Spindler again. But what am I to do, miss? How am I to face it out?
For you know I've got to tell him at least that you're no half-niece of
his!"
"Have you?" said the young lady.
"Have I?" repeated the widow impatiently. "Have I? Of course I have!
What are you thinking of?"
"I was thinking, aunty," said the girl audaciously, "that from what
I've seen and heard to-night, if I'm not his half-niece now, it's only a
question of time! So you'd better wait. Good-night, dear."
And, really,--it turned out that she was right!
WHEN THE WATERS WERE UP AT "JULES'"
When the waters were up at "Jules'" there was little else up on that
monotonous level.
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