which wore a look of perplexity.

"We're polite," he remarked. "Here's Edith, who wouldn't be
anything but English."

"No," said Edith gravely. "One always feels that way about one's
country. But I understand what Frances means. And I see why people
know you are not English. It isn't so much your pronunciation, but
you put words in odd places in the sentence and some of your
expressions are most unusual," she ended apologetically. "I like
them. It is interesting to hear things called by new names. Just
now Fran said 'poke fun' when she meant 'criticise,' and Roger
says a thing is 'fine and dandy' when I should call it 'top-hole.'
That is the difference, is it not?"

The others laughed and Edith's attempt to bridge a dangerous
situation ended successfully. Presently their whereabouts absorbed
their attention for Win had left the map behind him on the library
table.

For a time they wandered at random, following one narrow street
after another, seeing interesting shop windows, but presently
discovered that they did not know where they were.

"The esplanade must lie at our left," said Win. "If we keep
turning in that direction we shall surely strike it."

"Look at that candy," exclaimed Roger, attaching himself to a
confectioner's window. "Here's a chance to acquire some choice
English. What is black-jack, Edith? Looks like liquorice. Bismarck