Uncle Hugh's Story. it

 

haps Jane thought me dull, for she
_talked away fast enough, about that
dear old lady, my grandmamma,
and about the beautiful place we
were in, and what if Master Bobbie
should grow up some day to find
it all his own, and be the lord
Sat ay ie-didnt care much if
he did; I only wanted him now,
little boy’ as he was, to put his
fat arms round my neck, for I
was “little sister” to nobody here ;
it was mere mockery calling me
“Miss Sissy” all the time.. Per-
haps Jane heard the sigh, for she
stopped afterwards in the middle of
her long story about the little cou-