Win gave a chuckle. "Easy enough to guess," he remarked. "I
imagine English girls of fourteen don't go around on their own
hook, engaging lodgings for the family."

"I am almost fifteen," said his sister severely. "And I understood
that Mother wanted me to look for rooms, so I did, but of course
she will make the final arrangements. I thanked Sister and said
I'd try to bring my mother in the morning, for I felt sure she
would like the rooms. And Sister said she'd be very glad to have
young people in the house and that if you wanted references,
Mother, you could apply to some clergyman,--I forget his name,--
but I know it's all right. You'll think so, too, the minute you
see Sister. I fell in love with her. Oh, her name is Pearce,
Estelle Pearce. She gave me her card."

Frances produced it. "You will come and see the rooms to-morrow,
won't you, Mother? Win can come too, for that tiny train is very
comfortable and the walk to the house is short. Rose Villa,
Noirmont Terrace. Isn't that a sweet name?"

[Illustration: THE VILLAGE OF ST. AUBIN'S]




CHAPTER III

ST. HELIER'S