"Oh, we liked to play," said Frances, smiling. "I think he's a
brick. What did you call him?"

"Tylo," replied the young lady. "After the dog in the 'Blue Bird,'
you know."

Edith also smiled. Their new acquaintance was looking from one to
another, a charming and rather mischievous expression lighting a
sweet face.

"You're a little sister compatriot," she said to Edith; "but I
fancy this little lady comes from across the ocean."

"Yes, I do," said Frances, "but how did you know?"

The young lady laughed merrily. "Oh, I've knocked about a good
bit. And I happen to have known one American boy very well.
Indeed, we really grew up together in Italy and England. 'Brick'
is rather an American word, isn't it? I've surely heard my friend
use it. Americans seldom find their way to Jersey. Are you
stopping long?"

"Perhaps all winter," replied Frances.

"There are many delightful excursions to make in the island," said
the young lady. "Come along, Tylo. We must go home to tea. Oh,"
she added to the girls, "when you go on picnics, don't forget to
look for caves."

With another smile and a charming little nod, she left them.