mitate people for me again? Will you?
Will you do Hector Darcy and Miss Asplin and your father when he is
angry? I have never laughed as much in my life as when you imitated the
National Gallery pictures, and Mr Saville says that these are even
funnier. It must be delightful to be able to mimic people, if you are
sure they won't think it unkind."

"Oh, but I invariably do it before them, and they don't mind a bit. It
amuses them intensely, and it's such a joke to see their faces. They
wear such a funny, sheepish, found-out sort of expression. Certainly,
I'll give you a _seance_ whenever you like. How would it be if I began
by imitating Miss Rollo and the iron bands, welcoming a young friend
from the country?"

Eunice gasped and fell back in her chair; whereupon, taking silence for
consent, Peggy placed her cup on the table, and crossed to the end of
the room, where she went through a life-like pantomime of the scene
which had happened on the station platform an hour before. The bows,
the hand-shakes, the strained smiles of greeting were all repeated, and
two chairs being drawn together to represent a carriage, Miss Peggy
seated herself on the nearer of the two, and went through so word-
perfect a repetition of the real dialogue as left her hearer speechless
with consternation. Eunice heard her own voice bleat forth feeble
inanities, saw her lips twist in the characteristic manner which she
_felt_ to be so true, listened to Mariquita's gracious responses, and
saw, (what she had not seen before), the wide yawns of weariness which
Peggy averted her head to enjoy. The tremulous movement of her body
grew more and more pronounced, until presently the tears were rolling
down her cheeks, and she was swaying in her chair in silent convulsions
of laughter. To see her laugh sent Peggy into responsive peals of
merriment; to hear Peggy laugh heightened Eunice's amusement; so there
they sat, gasping, shaking, no sooner recovering some degree of
composure than a recurring chuckle would send them off into a condition
more helpless than the last.

In the midst of one of these paroxysms the door opened, and Arthur stood
upon the threshold transfixed with surprise. To see Peggy laughing was
no uncommon circumstance, but it was a different matter where Miss Rollo
was concerned. During the months which he had spent beneath her
father's roof, Arthur had been sorry for the girl who was left to her
own devices by her pre-occupi