The Queen of Hearts

WE were three quiet lonely old men and SHE was a lively handsome young woman and we were at our wits' end what to do with her. A word about ourselves first of all - a necessary word to explain the singular situation of our fair young guest. We are three brothers; and we live in a barbarous dismal old house called The Glen Tower. Our place of abode stands in a hilly lonesome district of South Wales. No such thing as a line of railway runs anywhere near us. No gentleman's seat is within an easy drive of us. We are at an unspeakably inconvenient distance from a town and the village to which we send for our letters is three miles off.