Owen Oliver

“ She had left a little bag in the carriage, and that had jarred them still more, for there were relics in the bag that she held holy. Her nephew and niece-in-law bad jarred her nerves further. John was so different from the curly-headed boy of her memory; so undemonstrative compared with the little fellow who used to leap at her. Christine was not at all as she had expected John's wife to be. She had fair hair, and Aunt Caroline mistrusted fair-haired women. ”

“ I shall think of it when he's big and strong—my son and my man's son! Of course, he'd be a great man anyhow. Anyone can see that he'll be clever. Just think how he notices things! Oh, yes. Son and Heir will fend for himself, but it would give him such a good start if she left him her money."
Aunt Caroline bowed her head lower on her hands. She had thought to leave her money to John's son and to John.
"Yes," her nephew agreed. "I often think, if I'd had a little money to start with—money makes money, you know, Girl." ”

“ It was a warm night, and the bedroom window was open. She went and sat by it to soothe the jarred nerves. The window of the drawing-room below was open, too, and she heard the voices of the young couple distinctly. Her hearing was very acute.
"Oh, Boy," the girl cried, "I've got you to myself at last!"
"Bless you. Girl! " said the man.
"And they've been married fourteen months!" Aunt Caroline muttered.. "The young fools!" ”

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