y."

"I don't know. Don't let us get into the crowd," said Graeme, rather
hurriedly. "We shall lose the good of the last minutes. Stay here a
moment, Will, and see whether Arthur comes. I will find a seat for Mrs
Snow. Let us get out of the crowd."

It was not easy to do, however, and they were obliged to pass quite
close by the party towards which Rose had been looking, and which Graeme
had intended to avoid.

"Who is that pretty creature with the child on her lap?" asked Mrs
Snow, with much interest. "You bowed to her, I think."

"Yes. That is Mrs Ruthven. I suppose they are going away to-day. I
should like to say good-bye to her, but there are so many people with
her, and I am not sure that she knew me, though she bowed. Ah! she has
seen Rosie. They are coming over here."

She rose and went to meet them as they came near.

"You have never seen my baby," said Mrs Ruthven, eagerly. "And I want
to see Mrs Snow."

Graeme took the little creature in her arms.

"No, we were unfortunate in finding you out when we called, more than
once--and now you are going away."

"Yes, we are going away for a little while. I am so glad we have met
to-day. I only heard the other day that Mrs Snow had come, and I have
not been quite strong, and they would not let me move about, I am so
very glad to see you," added she, as she took Janet's hand. "I have
heard your name so often, that I seem to know you well."

Mrs Snow looked with great interest on the lovely, delicate face, that
smiled so sweetly up into hers.

"I have heard about you, too," said she, gravely. "And I am very glad
that we chanced to meet to-day. And you are going home to Scotland?"

"Yes, for a little while. I have not been quite well, and the doctor
advises the voyage, but we shall be home again before winter, I hope, or
at the latest, in the spring."

There was not time for many words. Arthur came at the last minute, and
with him Charlie Millar. He held out his arms for the baby, but she
would not look at him, and clung to Graeme, who clasped her softly.

"She has discrimination, you see," said Charlie. "She knows who is best
and wisest."

"She is very like what Rosie was at her age," said Mrs Snow. "Don't
you mind, Miss Graeme?"

"Do you hear that, baby!" said Charlie. "Take heart. The wee white
Lily may be a blooming rose, yet--who knows?"

"You have changed," said Mrs Snow, as Mr Ruthven came up to her with
Will.

"Yes, I