"Well," he said tentatively, "have you made up your mind about to-
morrow; is it to be Kew, or Cookham and Henley?" But to his surprise
the question seemed to embarrass the girl.

"We have been so often to Kew," she returned in a hesitating voice;
"and though the Quarry woods are delightful, it will be so hot on
the river. There is something I should like so much better, but I am
afraid you will laugh at me." But as Malcolm continued to look at
her with an indulgent smile, she went on with renewed courage--

"I hope you will not think me absurd, but I should so love to see
your chambers in Lincoln's Inn, and Malachi, and the pigeons, and
little Kit with the curly red fringe, and the old cobbler; and
afterwards," and here Anna caught her breath with excitement, "we
could go to Cheyne Walk and have tea and look at the river and
talk."

"My dear child," in quite a startled voice, "what a programme for a
birthday!"

"It will be just lovely," returned Anna with sparkling eyes. "I do
so long to see Goliath and Yea-Verily and Babs. You know, Malcolm, I
have only been twice to your rooms in Cheyne Walk--once with mother,
and once when we had been to the Albert Hall--and each time the
Kestons were away."

"And you want to see little Verity. I am not sure that she is quite
up to your mark, Anna; she and Goliath are rather Bohemian."

"Oh, but you like her, and she makes you so happy and comfortable. I