Fran shook her head. "I noticed only the one who spoke to you,"
she replied. "I was looking at their horses."

"All the same," mused Win thoughtfully, "I've seen that young
fellow before and it must have been in the United States, for I
know I should remember encountering him over here."




CHAPTER IV

THE BEACH DOG


"You would certainly smile if you could see the school I am going
to," Frances wrote to her chum, Marjorie Benton, "but when I think
of you and the other girls back at the dear old Boston Latin, I
feel more like crying.

"First I must tell you about Edith Pearce, the girl in the house
where we are staying. She has long flaxen hair which hangs over
her shoulders in the most childish way, though she's our age. Her
eyes are gray with dark lashes and when she looks at you they are
like surprised stars. And she has the most beautiful complexion in
the world, just pink and white. She is lovely to look at and I
feel like a tanned, homely gipsy beside her. She's sweet too, but
very easily shocked and I'm afraid she's not only good but pious.
She can never take your place so don't worry, only, as I have to