“Andthat\'sQueenieColquhoun，“shewenton，turningthepages，“whotookhercoffinoutwithhertoJamaica，packedwithlovelyshawlsandbonnets，becauseyoucouldn\'tgetcoffinsinJamaica，andshehadahorrorofdyingthereasshedid，andbeingdevouredbythewhiteants。Andthere\'sSabine，theloveliestofthemall；ah！itwaslikeastarrisingwhenshecameintotheroom。Andthat\'sMiriam，inhercoachman\'scloak，withallthelittlecapeson，andsheworegreattop-bootsunderneath。Youyoungpeoplemaysayyou\'reunconventional，butyou\'renothingcomparedwithher。“
Turningthepage，shecameuponthepictureofaverymasculine，handsomelady，whoseheadthephotographerhadadornedwithanimperialcrown。
“Ah，youwretch！“Mrs。Hilberyexclaimed，“whatawickedolddespotyouwere，inyourday！Howweallboweddownbeforeyou！\'Maggie，\'sheusedtosay，\'ifithadn\'tbeenforme，wherewouldyoubenow？\'Anditwastrue；shebroughtthemtogether，youknow。Shesaidtomyfather，\'Marryher，\'andhedid；andshesaidtopoorlittleClara，\'Falldownandworshiphim，\'andshedid；butshegotupagain，ofcourse。Whatelsecouldoneexpect？Shewasamerechild——eighteen——
andhalfdeadwithfright，too。Butthatoldtyrantneverrepented。
Sheusedtosaythatshehadgiventhemthreeperfectmonths，andnoonehadarighttomore；andIsometimesthink，Katharine，that\'strue，youknow。It\'smorethanmostofushave，onlywehavetopretend，whichwasathingneitherofthemcouldeverdo。Ifancy，“