"'His sister she went beyond the seas, And died an old maid among black savagees. "That's the most remarkable instance of female emigration on record, isn't it?" observed Alick. "What; her dying an old maid?" said Colonel Keith. "I am not sure. Wholesale exportations of wives are spoiling the market." "I did not mean marriage," said Rachel, stoutly.

The brothers had not the least doubt of it. Angela was Angela still, for better or for worse. Or was it for worse? Yet she went up to bed chanting "His sister she went beyond the seas, And died an old maid among black savagees." "Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not that child of me. "MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM."