reviving under Alie's support.

'No, you did quite right,' said Mrs. Vane to the elder ones. 'But Biddy
must not begin making friends with every child she comes across and
inviting them to come here. You are not a baby now; you should have more
sense.'

The tears collected in Bridget's eyes; they were very obedient to her
summons, it must be allowed. Rosalys felt sorry for her.

'Mamma,' she said, 'of course Biddy shouldn't invite anybody without
your leave first, but still this little Celestina isn't _at all_ a
common child. She's so neat and quiet, and she speaks so nicely. And her
mother is _nearly_ as pretty as you, not quite of course.'

'She's awfully jolly,' put in Rough.

Mrs. Vane smiled.

'What an uncommon name,' she said. '"Célestine," did you say? It is
French.'

'No, mamma, not "Célestine,"' said Alie, '"Celestina." I suppose it's
the English of the other.'

'I never heard it in English before,' said Mrs. Vane, 'though I once had
a dear old friend in France called "Célestine"--you remember Madame
d'Ermont, Bernard? I've not heard from her for ever so long.'

'Celestina was going to tell us about her name, but something