"Voil, qui devient intressant!" exclaimed Mr. Yorke, hitching his chair nearer the fire. "A lady! That has quite a romantic twang. We must guess who it is.--Rosy, whisper the name low to your father. Don't let _him_ hear."
"Rose, don't be too forward to talk," here interrupted Mrs. Yorke, in her usual kill-joy fashion, "nor Jessy either. It becomes all children, especially girls, to be silent in the presence of their elders."

"A lady!" exclaimed Mr. Yorke. "That has quite a romantic twang. We must guess who it is. Rosy, whisper the name to your father."
"Rose, don't be forward," interrupted Mrs. Yorke, "nor Jessy either. All children, especially girls, should be silent in the presence of their elders."
