Chapter 5: V

V Military Society “My trust Like a good parent did beget of him A falsehood in its contrary as great As my trust was, which had indeed no limit.” Tempest Rose found the wheeled chair, to which her aunt gave the preference, was engaged, and shaking her little discreet head at “the shakey chair” and “the stuffy chair,” she turned pensively homeward, and was speeding down Mackarel Lane, when she was stayed by the words, “My little girl!” and the grandest and m…