and, turning about,
looked forward along the deck, gay with its groups in light clothing,
its covering awnings, and its little children with their picturesque
Indian ayahs.

A short way off sat Faith, smiling over her letter, and to her went
Lady Moreham, a soft expression upon her face that made it lovely.

"My dear," she said, as the girl looked up brightly, "is this yours?"

Faith glanced at the envelope, which the speaker did not offer to
relinquish.

"Why, yes. Did I drop it? Oh, it blew away. Thank you for returning
it."

As she spoke she rose, with instinctive courtesy, and offered her
chair, bringing another from a little distance for herself. Lady
Moreham accepted it with an absent manner, and, sinking into it, said
quickly, with agitation in her tones,

"I must ask you a question or two, but not out of curiosity, believe
me. Was this address written by some one you know--a friend?"

Faith smiled.

"Yes and no, my lady. We have met the one who wrote it--Hope and
I--but neither of us can recall her name;" and thereupon she told
something of her old nurse, and the coming of the new lodger, just
before their departure on this journey.

Lady Moreham listened with breathless interest, her eyes intent upon
the envelope, which she still held. As Faith touched lightly upon the
appearance of the stranger, she said briefly.

"Tell me more, please. Describe everything about her. Was she tall,
or short? What colored hair and eyes? What sort of voice?"

"A flutey voice, like some birds I've listened to," returned the girl
ruminantly, "but with something a bit odd and different in her speech
that made us think her an American, and Hope even spoke of it; but just
then the carriage came to take us to the wharf, and she forgot to
answer."

"Yes, yes," cried the other eagerly, "and she was tall and slender?"

"Very, and a fine figure, we thought. She had light brown hair, and
her eyes--"

"Yes, her eyes--" Lady Moreham was bending forward with bated breath,
and Faith watched her wonderingly as she continued, "When she looked at
you, listening to what you had to say, was there any peculiarity?"

"Only that they were not of the same size nor color," laughed the girl,
"and she had a way of dropping her head a little, and looking up
sidewise like a bird."

"True, true!" breathed the lady, "and as you say one eye was brown and
one blue."

Faith nodded acquiescence, but smiled to herself, knowing sh