don't recall seeing a girl. I was cutting some buds for Mrs. Anstruther.
I--" She paused again and turned toward her son, who was standing
watching us. I saw their eyes meet in a rather arrested way.

"It was not Mildred Keith," he said. "Miss Muircarrie is inquiring
because this girl was one of those she calls the White People. She was
not any one I had seen here before."

There was a second's silence before Mrs. MacNairn smilingly gave me one
of her light, thrilling touches on my arm.

"Ah! I remember," she said. "Hector told me about the White People. He
rather fancied I might be one."

I am afraid I rather stared at her as I slowly shook my head. You see
she was almost one, but not quite.

"I was so busy with my roses that I did not notice who was standing near
Mr. Le Breton," she said. "Perhaps it was Anabel Mere. She is a more
transparent sort of girl than Mildred, and she is more blond. And you
don't know her, Hector? I dare say it was she."



CHAPTER VI

I remained in London several weeks. I stayed because the MacNairns were
so good to me. I could not have told any one how I loved Mrs. MacNairn,
and how different everything seemed when I was with her. I was never shy
when we were together. There seemed to be no such thing as shyness in