re, and May Maylands
stood before them, radiant with a glow of expectation.

Phil sprang to meet her. After the first effusions were over, the
brother and sister sat down to chat of home in the Irish far-west, while
Miss Lillycrop retired to a small kitchen, there to hold solemn converse
with the smallest domestic that ever handled broom or scrubbing-brush.

"Now, Tottie, you must run round to the baker directly, and fetch
another loaf."

"What! a whole one, ma'am?" asked the small domestic--in comparison with
whom Dollops was a giantess.

"Yes, a whole one. You see there's a young gentleman coming to tea whom
I did not expect--a grand tall gentleman too, and a hero, who has saved
people from wrecks, and swims in the sea in storms like a duck, and all
that sort of thing, so he's sure to have a tremendous appetite. You
will also buy another pennyworth of brown sugar, and two more pats of
butter."

Tottie opened her large blue eyes in amazement at the extent of what she
deemed a reckless order, but went off instantly to execute it, wondering
that any hero, however regardless of the sea or storms, could induce her
poor mistress to go in for such extravagance, after having already
provided a luxurious meal for three.

It might have seemed unfair to send such a child even to bed without an
attendant. To send her into the crowded streets alone in the dusk of
evening, burdened with a vast commission, and weighted with coppers,
appeared little short of inhumanity. Nevertheless Miss Lillycrop did it
with an air of perfect confidence, and the result proved that her trust
was not misplaced.

Tottie had been gone only a few seconds when George Aspel appeared at
the door and was admitted by Miss Lillycrop, who apologised for the
absence of her maid.

Great was the surprise and not slight the embarrassment of May Maylands
when young Aspel was ushered into the little room, for Phil had not
recovered sufficiently from the first greetings to mention him. Perhaps
greater was the surprise of Miss Lillycrop when these two, whom she had
expected to meet as old playmates, shook hands rather stiffly.

"Sure, I forgot, May, to tell you that George was coming--"

"I am very glad to see him," interrupted May, recovering herself,
"though I confess to some surprise that he should have forsaken Ireland
so soon, after saying to me that it was a perfect paradise."

Aspel, whose curly flaxen hair almost brushed the ceiling, brought