Mrs. Orban.

"You shall see a photo that was taken of her the other day," was
the answer. "Most people think her very pretty."

"Does she go to school too?" said Mrs. Orban, asking the very
question Nesta was bursting to put.

"Oh yes, Brenda is a regular schoolgirl. You see it would be so
lonely for her to have lessons at home with a governess."

"Lucky girl," thought Nesta, and sighed.

"She was quite green with envy when she heard I was coming out
here," Miss Chase said, "and threatened to have all sorts of
illnesses, necessitating change of air for recovery, so that she
might come with me."

"Oh, I wish she had," Nesta said impulsively.

"I don't think her grannie would agree with you," laughed Miss
Chase. "She can hardly bear to part with her every term. If you
want to see her, I think your best plan is to have an illness
yourself, and let me take you back with me for change of air."

"That would be better and better," Nesta exclaimed, "only I should
want mother and every one else to come too."

"Well, why not?" asked Miss Chase gaily. "Let's make up a party and
all go back together. I am only allowed to stay two months, and
then I must be off again. I will willingly pack you all up in my
boxes and take you with me."

"What did I tell you?" said a deep voice from the window, and there
stood Bob Cochrane on the veranda. "I said she would bewitch you
and spirit you all away."

"You did, you did," said Peter, who had been drinking in every
word; "you said you wouldn't like her."

"Oh, come, no tales out of school," said Bob, as he crossed the
threshold and came forward to be introduced; "you are giving me a
bad start, you know."

"I am sorry to have made such a bad impression at the outset," Miss
Chase responded merrily as she shook hands. "Would it appease you
at all if I offered to pack you with the rest?"

"I wouldn't if I were you, Dorothy," said Mr. Orban. "He would take
such a fearful amount of room, even if you doubled him up."

Miss Chase smiled as she eyed the great big fellow.

"I wouldn't come if you paid me," Bob said lightly. "They tell me
it is a toss up whether the climate or the people freeze you up
most in England."

"Treason, treason, Bob," said Mrs. Orban. "Remember we are
English."

"I guess you have mellowed in the sunshine," Bob said
imperturbably. "Children, don't you listen to a good word about
England; don't you let yourselves be spirited away by bad fairies,
or you'