will be under the same roof with your own pet Blanche."
"I have several pets, my dear—Tray, and Poll, and your sister, and—"
"Well, but she will be there, too, for I suppose the Lees will let Aileen come to me, now that I am to be deserted by Arthur," and Blanche's voice quivered, but she determined to brave it through. "Did you see any of the Hopkinsons when you went to look at the house?"
"Yes, they went in at their door just as I went in at yours. The mother, as I suppose, and two daughters, and a little boy."
"Oh dear me! a little boy, who will always be throwing stones at the palings and making me jump; daughters who will always be playing 'Partant pour la Syrie;' and the mother—"
"Well, what will she do to offend your Highness?"
"She will be immensely fat, wear mittens—thick, heavy mittens, and contrive to know what I have for dinner every day."
