"I wonder who she is," said Frances, frankly looking after her.
The erect lithe figure was crowned by a finely poised head and a
wealth of beautiful fair hair, prettily arranged. Something in her
face suggested possibilities of good comradeship, and her dress,
while simplicity itself, betrayed a French origin.

"She looks nice enough and ladylike enough to be an American,"
thought Frances approvingly and with a sudden stab of homesickness.

"I wish she'd told us her name," she went on aloud, "and who the
American boy was. Perhaps we might know him."

"He can scarcely be a boy now if they grew up together," observed
Edith. "Wasn't she sweet? I hope we'll see her again."

"And what did she mean by caves?" Frances continued, pursuing her
train of thought. "That sounded very interesting and mysterious."




CHAPTER V

MONT ORGUEIL


To find a tutor for the boys proved less easy than Mrs. Thayne
anticipated. There seemed a dearth of available young men in
Jersey and she had about decided to send Roger to the best school