r's memory by
calling one of her offspring by such an awful name as Hollyhock?'

'I have not insulted my wife's memory, Agnes. I took a fancy to call
my little girls after flowers. This is Jasmine--real name Lucy, after
my lost darling. This is Gentian--real name Margaret. This is
Rose--also Rose of the Garden, queen of all flowers. Hollyhock's
baptismal name is Jacqueline; and Delphinium, my youngest'--his voice
shook a little--'is Dorothy.'

'The one for whom your wife laid down her life,' said Miss Delacour.
'Well, to be sure, I always knew that men were bad, but I did _not_
think they were fools as well.--Understand, you five girls, that while
I am here--and I shall probably stay for a long time--you will be Lucy,
Margaret, Jacqueline, Rose, and Dorothy to me. I don't care what your
silly father calls you.'

'He's not silly,' said Hollyhock. 'He's the best of old ducksy dumps;
and if you don't want to learn somersaulting, perhaps you 'd like a
hand-to-hand fight. _I'm_ quite ready;' and Hollyhock stamped up to
the good lady with clenched fists and angry, black eyes.

'Oh, preserve me from this little terror of a girl!' said Miss
Delacour. 'I perceive that the Divine Providence has sent me here just
in time.'

'You haven't met the _Precious Stones_ yet,' said Hollyhock. 'Flowers
are a bit soft, except roses, which have thorns; but when you meet
Jasper and Sapphire and Garnet and Opal and Emerald, I can tell you you
'll have to mind your p's and q's. _They_ won't stand any nonsense;
they won't endure any silly speeches, but they 'll just go for you
hammer and tongs. They 're boys, every one of them--and--and--we 're
expecting them any minute.'

'Jacqueline, you must behave yourself,' said her father. 'You 're
trying your aunt very much indeed.--Jasmine, or, rather, my sweet Lucy,
will you take your aunt to her bedroom, and order the tea to be got
ready a little earlier than usual in the hall to-day?'

Jasmine, otherwise Lucy, obeyed her father's command at a glance, and
the old lady and the young girl went up the low broad stairs side by
side. Miss Delacour gasped once or twice.

'What a terrible creature your sister is!' she remarked.

'Oh no, she's not really; she only wants her bit of fun.'

'But to be rude to an elderly lady!' continued Miss Delacour.

'She did not mean it for rudeness. She just wanted you to enjoy
yourself. You see, we are accustomed to a great deal of freedom, and
t