we really must not mind their money."

"I wish Miss Lister and her aunt were here," remarked Garth. "But
they are to be at Lady Ingleby's, where I am due next Tuesday. Do
you come on there, Miss Champion?"

"I do," replied Jane. "I go to the Brands for a few days on Tuesday,
but I have promised Myra to turn up at Shenstone for the week-end. I
like staying there. They are such a harmonious couple."

"Yes," said Garth, "but no one could help being a harmonious couple,
who had married Lady Ingleby."

"What grammar!" laughed Jane. "But I know what you mean, and I am
glad you think so highly of Myra. She is a dear! Only do make haste
and paint her and get her off your mind, so as to be free for
Pauline Lister."

The sun-dial pointed to seven o'clock. The rooks had circled round
the elms and dropped contentedly into their nests.

"Let us go in," said Jane, rising. "I am glad we have had this
talk," she added, as he walked beside her across the lawn.

"Yes," said Garth. "Air-balls weren't in it! It was a football this
time--good solid leather. And we each kicked one goal,--a tie, you
know. For your advice went home to me, and I think my reply showed
you the true lie of things; eh, Miss Champion?"

He was feeling seven again; but Jane saw him now through old