Coming back that day through Bethune I met some very human life.
Bethune blushed hotly, while Gabriel and Cephas fairly yelled with laughter—and there was a little resentment in Gabriel's mirth.
"Your little girl is a delight to the Bethune boys," the Bishop said in his kind tones, later.
No other girl down there—or in Melbourne, for that matter—was at once a society belle, a general favourite, and a Bethune.
Charity, standing by Mrs. Bethune's chair, was smiling up into Mr. Pelham's face.
