deal of Adrian.

Lucas got occasional glimpses of the Alpine sojourn, not from his
aunt or Adrian, but from the industrious pen of Clovis, who was
also moving as a satellite in the Mebberley constellation.

"The entertainment which Susan got up last night ended in
disaster. I thought it would. The Grobmayer child, a
particularly loathsome five-year-old, had appeared as 'Bubbles'
during the early part of the evening, and been put to bed during
the interval. Adrian watched his opportunity and kidnapped it
when the nurse was downstairs, and introduced it during the second
half of the entertainment, thinly disguised as a performing pig.
It certainly LOOKED very like a pig, and grunted and slobbered
just like the real article; no one knew exactly what it was, but
every one said it was awfully clever, especially the Grobmayers.
At the third curtain Adrian pinched it too hard, and it yelled
'Marmar'! I am supposed to be good at descriptions, but don't ask
me to describe the sayings and doings of the Grobmayers at that
moment; it was like one of the angrier Psalms set to Strauss's
music. We have moved to an hotel higher up the valley."

Clovis's next letter arrived five days later, and was written from
the Hotel Steinbock.

"We left the Hotel Victoria this morning. It was fairly
comfortable and quiet--at least there was an air of repose about
it when we arrived. Before we had been in residence twenty-four
hours most of the repose had vanished 'like a dutiful bream,' as
Adrian expressed it. However, nothing unduly outrageous happened