her mother, Mrs. Humdrum's second
daughter, married for love, and there are many children, so that there
will be no money with her; but what you are leaving will make everything
quite easy, for he will sell the gold at once. I am so glad about it."

"Can you ask Mrs. Humdrum to bring her grand-daughter with her to-morrow
evening?"

"I am afraid not, for we shall want to talk freely at dinner, and she
must not know that you are the Sunchild; she shall come to my house in
the afternoon and you can see her then. You will be quite happy about
her, but of course she must not know that you are her father-in-law that
is to be."

"One thing more. As George must know nothing about the sovereigns, I
must tell you how I will hide them. They are in a silver box, which I
will bind to the bough of some tree close to my camp; or if I can find a
tree with a hole in it I will drop the box into the hole. He cannot miss
my camp; he has only to follow the stream that runs down from the pass
till it gets near a large river, and on a small triangular patch of flat
ground, he will see the ashes of my camp fire, a few yards away from the
stream on his right hand as he descends. In whatever tree I may hide the
box, I will strew wood ashes for some yards in a straight line towards
it. I will then light another fire underneath, and blaze the tree with a
knife that I have left at my camping ground. He is sure to find it."

Yram again thanked him, and then my father, to change the conversation,
asked whether she thought that George really would have Blue-Pooled the
Professors.

"There is no knowing," said Yram. "He is the gentlest creature living
till some great provocation rouses him, and I never saw him hate and
despise any one as he does the Professors. Much of what he said was
merely put on, for he knew the Professors must yield. I do not like his
ever having to throw any one into that horrid place, no more does he, but
the Rangership is exactly the sort of thing to suit him, and the opening
was too good to lose. I must now leave you, and get ready for the
Mayor's banquet. We shall meet again to-morrow evening. Try and eat
what I have brought you in this basket. I hope you will like the wine."
She put out her hand, which my father took, and in another moment she was
gone, for she saw a look in his face as though he would fain have asked
her to let him once more press his lips to hers. Had he done this,
without thinking abou