“Go away with your bread and apples,” responded Mrs. Evringham flippantly.  “I have a real worry now that that wretched little cousin of yours is coming.”

“She is not my cousin please remember,” responded the girl bitterly.  “Mr. Evringham reminded us of that to-night.”

“Now don’t you begin calling him Mr. Evringham!” protested her mother.  “You don’t want to take any notice of the man’s absurdities.  You will only make matters worse.”

“No, I shall go on saying grandfather for the little while we stay.  Otherwise, he would know his words were rankling.  It will be a little while?  Oh mother!”

Mrs. Evringham pushed the pleading hand away.  “I can’t tell how long it will be!” she returned impatiently.  “We are simply helpless until your father’s affairs are settled.  I thought I had told you that, Eloise.  He worshipped you, child, and no matter what that old curmudgeon says, Lawrence would wish us to remain under his protection until we see our way clear.”

“Won’t you have a business talk with him, so we can know what we have to look forward to?” The girl’s voice was unsteady.

“I will when the right time comes, Eloise.  Can’t you trust your mother?  Isn’t it enough that we have lost our home, our carriages, all our comforts and luxuries, through this man’s bad judgment—­”

“You will cling to that!” despairingly.

“And have had to come out to this Sleepy Hollow of a place, where life means mere existence, and be so poor that the carfare into New York is actually a consideration!  I’m quite satisfied with our martyrdom as it is, without pinching and grinding as we should have to do to live elsewhere.”

“Then you don’t mean to attempt to escape?” returned Eloise in alarm.

“Hush, hush, Goosie.  We will escape all in good time if we don’t succeed in taming the bear.  As it is, I have to work single handed,” dropping into a tone of reproach.  “You are no help at all.  You might as well be a simpering wax dummy out of a shop window.  I would have been ashamed at your age if I could not have subjugated any man alive.  We might have had him at our feet weeks ago if you had made an effort.”

“No, no, mother,” sadly.  “I saw when we first came how effusiveness impressed him, and I tried to behave so as to strike a balance—­that is, after I found that we were here on sufferance and not as welcome guests.”

“Pshaw!  You can’t tell what such a hermit is thinking,” returned Mrs. Evringham.  “It is the best thing that could happen to him to have us here.  Dr. Ballard said so only to-day.  What is troubling me now is this child of Harry’s.  I was sure by father’s tone when he first spoke of her that he would not even consider such an imposition.”

“I think he did feel so,” returned Eloise, her manner quiet again.  “That was an example of the way you overreach yourself.  The word presumption on your lips applied to uncle Harry determined grandfather to let the child come.”