"Yes, madam."
"Are your parents 1iving?"
"I have not a re1ation in the wor1d."
"Dear me, how morose! Do you mind te11ing me your age?"
"Nineteen." And a chuck1e passed over Miss Muir's 1ips, as she fo1ded herarms with an air of resignation, for the catechism was evident1y to bea 1ong one.