her memories and sent for
him to wish him happiness; and she had wished it with her whole soul
from the bottom of her heart. She had loved his sons and daughters when
they came, but even more than they, she loved this grandson and
namesake, Timothy.

And to see Timothy and Arethusa pick up the threads of her love-story
where she had laid them down would almost have compensated Miss Asenath
for living all these years with only memories.

Miss Asenath laid her hand on the locket at her throat, and fell to
dreaming.

"Timothy," said Arethusa, half to herself, "Timothy and I get along
just beautifully sometimes ... when he behaves. But he knows all the
things I hate, and I think he does them just for spite to see me get
mad. He says he likes to see me get mad, and I ... just like a goose,
go right straight ahead and get mad for him. But I'll fix Timothy
Jarvis yet for to-night! Just let him wait! If he thinks I'm going to
let him ride all over me like that, he's mightily mistaken! Timothy
Jarvis!!" with a most scornful emphasis, her voice rising.

Miss Asenath was conscious, although her thoughts were so very far
away, of the vindictiveness of this ending, and smiled; Miss Eliza,
catching Timothy's name through the sound of her own conversation,
asked sharply:--

"What did you say about Timothy, Arethusa?"

Miss Eliza had a Wish also, but her Wish was quite often expressed; she
had other ideas than Miss Asenath. She kept Arethusa fully cognizant of
what her heart most earnestly desired.

"Nothing very much, Aunt 'Liza."

"Yes, you did. I heard you. Arethusa," Miss Eliza straightened her
glasses and attacked directly, "the way you treated Timothy at the
supper-table ... all through the meal.... It's beyond my comprehension
how you can! But he was a gentleman through the whole thing, I must
say, a perfect gentleman. Which ought to make you more than ever
ashamed of yourself. Sometimes I'm forced to think that all the
training your Aunt 'Titia and I and your Aunt 'Senath have given you
has gone for naught. To treat a guest in your own home the way you did
Timothy! I was scandalised!! Simply scandalized! But I must say that
Timothy behaved like a gentleman."

It was what Timothy would have termed "dirt mean" of Miss Eliza to add
this extra chapter to the thorough scolding for the afternoon which she
had given Arethusa such a short while before. But Timothy was Miss
Eliza's most vulnerable spot; one of her few weakne