Spanish Doubloons

. Yes, of Miss Browne, while I, Aunt Jane's own niece, trotted meekly in the rear with a cushion. Already I had begun to realize how fatally I had underrated the lady of the hyphen, in imagining I had only to come and see and conquer Aunt Jane. The grim and bony one had made hay while the sun shone? while I was idling in California, and those criminally supine cousins were allowing Aunt Jane to run about New York at her own wild will. Miss Higglesby-Browne had her own collar and tag on Aunt Jane now, while she, so complete was her perversion, fairly hugged her slavery and called it freedom. Yes, she talked about her Emancipation and herSoul-force and her Individuality, prattling away like a child that has learned its lesson well. "Mercy, aunty, what long words!" I cried gaily, sitting down beside her and patting her hand. Usually I can do anything with her when I pet her up a bit. But the eye of Miss Higglesby-Browne was on her?and Aunt Jane actually drew a little away. "Really, Virginia," she said, feebly endeavoring to rise to the occasion as she knew Miss Browne would have her rise, "really, while it's very nice to see you and all that, still I hope you realize that I have had a?a deep Soul-experience, and that I am no longer to be?trifled with and?and treated as if I were?amusing. I am really at a loss to imagine why you came. I wrote you that I was in the company of trusted friends." "Friends?" I echoed aggrievedly. "Friends are all very well, of cou...