on her dainty profile and parted lips.

She seemed to wake from dreaming at the sound of his voice. She gave a
little sigh, and leaned back in her chair.

"Yes," she said. "We used to play together when we were children."

"Such a long, long time ago," said Sangster, half mockingly, half in
earnest.

She nodded seriously.

"It seems ages and ages," she said. She looked past him to where Jimmy
sat talking to her mother. He might have sat next to her, she thought
wistfully. Mr. Sangster was very nice, but--she caught a little sigh
between her lips.

"Jimmy has told me so much about you," Sangster said. "I almost feel
as if I have known you for years."

"Has he?" That pleased her, at all events. Her brown eyes shone as
she looked at him. "What did he tell you?" she asked, interestedly.

Sangster laughed.

"Oh, all about Upton House, and the fine time you used to have there;
all about the dogs, and an old horse named Judas."

She laughed too, now.