"
Mrs. Peyton tried to make a few reservations. Her cousin would have none
of them. At last she submitted, understanding well enough in her heart
that Andrew Churchill would be the safest sort of a guardian for her
children, and admitting to herself, if she did not to anybody else, that
Charlotte would give them care of the sort which money cannot buy.
"That woman gone?" asked Jeff, coming into his sister Celia's room.
"Well, I'm delighted to hear it. But I must say I think Charlotte's
taken a good deal of a contract. I didn't mind so much about their
agreeing to keep Evelyn Lee, for she's a mighty nice sort of a girl, and
will make a still nicer one when she gets strong. But these Peyton
youngsters--I certainly don't think taking care of them ought to have
been on the bill. That idiot Lucy--" His expressive face finished the
sentence for him.
Celia smiled. "I know. I feel as you do, and I think father and mother
are a little anxious lest Charlotte has taken too much care on her
shoulders. But Charlotte and Andy have set out to make everybody happy,
and they're seizing every chance that offers.
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