"Was he sent for? Is my sister ill?" she inquired, nervously, and then sank back in her chair, smiling, when she found it was only a phase of young Minthropism. While her own daylight hours were given to her sister, she was always pleased to be out of the way in the evening-it left the lovers to themselves-though she could not quite free herself from a sense of responsibility to the elder Mrs. Minthrop.

Mrs. Star, who was beside Deena, gave a sniff-if so fine a lady could be suspected of such a plebeian way of marking her disapprobation. "My dear," she said, "why should your charming sister be treated as a prisoner over whom somebody must perpetually keep watch? I have had six children-they were all healthy and had their full complement of legs and arms-except Bob, who lost an arm in the Spanish war, but that doesn't count-and I never was shut up in my room before I had to be-nor put on a milk diet-nor forbidden reasonable exercise-and I think the modern doctors are full of fads and greed.