had not the height of her tall young sister.
"Of course, of course. Well, well! And you want to know what I think about it? I think she would be a lucky girl. That would make her your daughter, wouldn't it? Why, of course she'll say yes! Any girl would be a fool who didn't, and Polly's no fool. I only wish you had another son for the other one!"
"I'm afraid she won't take Geof for my sake," Mrs. Daymond said, smiling, half sadly.
"Oh, yes, she will; I'm sure she will!" cried the Colonel. "But what I don't understand is—Geof. To be taken with a child like Polly, when,—" He turned sharp about, and looked into her face, and there was no mistaking his meaning. It was almost as if he had spoken the words she had so often heard from his lips.
A great tenderness and compunction swept over the Signora, and found expression in her face. Her beautiful gray
