This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 edition. Excerpt: ..."I've a right to know." "Don't talk about 'rights, Jerry. I hate the word." "Do tell me, Sandra. It makes me hot all over--like wearing a hair shirt--to think of the smug Pyecraft, after consulting papa, coming to claim his own!" "I shall simply tell him the things impossible," Sandra replied. "Decline with thanks, you mean, like the heroines in novels, with all your dignity on its hind legs, eh? I should like to hear the poaching Pyecraft! I'd kick the brewer." "You couldn't. He's quite as big as you." "I could try! What will your father say when he hears you've chucked 'the fellow?"' "He'1l say, 'It seems a pity.' " "That all? Well, I can understand: he's too busy fighting mine," said Jerry, "to have time for domestic details. But what will Mrs. Drew say?" "She'll say, 'My dear child, I'm sorry you didn't see your way to make that estimable young man happy.' But, seriously, if they worry me I'll call Uncle Andrew to the rescue." "Yes; there is always old Andrew to fall back upon," said err. "I can't help thinking he meant us to care for one another. Ever since we were children he brought us together." "Uncle Andrew has behaved like a dear!" said Sandra. "I shouldn't feel safe if I wasn't sure he was on our side." Here, I. regret to say, a most ridiculous thing happened. Suddenly I sneezed violently before I realised the danger or could attempt to muffle the explosion. To save myself from ignominious discovery in my lurking place I...