a boy, which he liked. The usual salutation passed.

"I don't know where my people are," said Lady Ambermere majestically.
"Have you seen my motor?"

"Yes, dear lady, it's in at your own arms," said Georgie brightly.
"Happy motor!"

If Lady Ambermere unbent to anybody, she unbent to Georgie. He was of
quite good family, because his mother had been a Bartlett and a second
cousin of her deceased husband. Sometimes when she talked to Georgie
she said "we," implying thereby his connection with the aristocracy,
and this gratified Georgie nearly as much as did her treatment of him
as being quite a boy still. It was to him, as a boy still, that she
answered.

"Well, the happy motor, you little rascal, must come to my arms instead
of being at them," she said with the quick wit for which Riseholme
pronounced her famous. "Fancy being able to see my motor at that
distance. Young eyes!"

It was really young spectacles, but Georgie did not mind that. In fact,
he would not have corrected the mistake for the world.

"Shall I run across and fetch it for you?" he asked.

"In a minute. Or whistle on your fingers like a vulgar street boy,"
said Lady Ambermere. "I'm sure you know how to."

Georgie had not the slightest idea, but with the courage of youth,