him, asked kindly, "How old is Sara?" having already decided she was
nearing the thirties, at least.

"She's seventeen, sir."

"Is that all?" quickly. "Such a mere girl, and yet talks like a wise-
acre, eh? How does she look?"

"Well, she's tall, and walks straight and proud-like, and her hair's
kind of copper-colored where the sun shines on the waves in it, and her
eyes are big and brown, and can drag a lie right out of you, sir; but
when she laughs her teeth shine, and there's a dimple in one corner of
her mouth, and she looks pretty well."

"H'm, I should think likely," said the young man in a musing tone, then,
as Morton turned a sharp corner, "What, that way?"

"Yes, sir; there's Uncle Adam now, sitting on his bench smoking, and he
looks good-natured; aren't you glad?"




CHAPTER V.

MADAME AND "THE PRINCESS."


For once the old man was sitting quite still, doing nothing, unless you
can call smoking a very dirty and ill-smelling pipe an occupation. He