"Oh," exclaimed Mrs. Sam, with sudden interest, "tell me all about her
this minute, dear. Is not she the most extraordinary creature?"

"I rather like her," answered Miss Brandon. "She is very pretty."

"What style? Dark?"

"No; not exactly. Brown hair, and lots of eyebrows. She is a little thing,
but very much alive, you know."

"Awfully English, of course," suggested Mrs. Sam.

"Well--yes, I suppose so. She is wild about horses, and says she shoots.
But I like her--I am sure I shall like her very much. She does not seem
very pleased with her aunt."

"I do not wonder," said Mrs. Sam. "Poor little thing--she has nobody else
belonging to her, has she?"

"Oh, yes," answered Sybil, with a little tremor in her voice; "she has a
mother in England."

"I want to see her ever so much," said Mrs. Sam. "Bring her to luncheon."

"You will see her to-night, I think; she said she was going to that
party."

"I hate to leave you alone," said Mrs. Wyndham. "I really think I had
better not go."