t sell!"

"Mine do," she answered, smiling. "I have had a check for three guineas
from a shop in London for a little sea piece I did in two afternoons!"

He regarded her admiringly.

"You are a wonderful child!" he exclaimed.

"I am not a child at all," she interrupted warmly, "and you can just sit
down and write to your silly client and tell him so."

"I will certainly write to him," he affirmed. "I will do so today. You
will not do anything rash until I have had time to get a reply?"

"No!" she answered graciously. "I will wait for a week. After
that--well, I might do anything!"

"You wouldn't leave Tredowen, Miss Juliet!" he protested.

"It would break my heart, of course," she declared, "but I would do it
and trust to time to heal it up again. Tredowen seems like home to me,
but it isn't really, you know. Some day, Sir Wingrave Seton may want to
come back and live there himself. Are you quite certain, Mr. Pengarth,
that he won't be angry to hear that we have been living at the house all
this time?"

"Certain," Mr. Pengarth declared firmly. "He left everything entirely
in my hands. He did not wish me to let it, but he did not care about its
being altogether uninhabited. The arrangement I was able to make with
your guardian was a most satisfactory one."

"But surely he will come back himself some time?" she asked,

The lawyer shook his head sorrowfully.

"I am afraid," he said, "that Sir Wingrave has no affection for the
place whatever."

"No affection for Tredowen," she repeated wonderingly. "Do you know what
I think, Mr. Pengarth? I think that it is the most beautiful house in
the world!"

"And yet you talk of leaving it."

"I don't want to go," she answered, "but I don't want to be accepting
things all my life from someone whose name even I do not know."

"Well, well," he said, "you must wait until I have written my letter.
Time enough to talk about that later on. Now, if you won't stay to
lunch, you must come and see Rachael and have some cake and a glass of
wine."

"How sweet of you," she exclaimed. "I'm frightfully hungry. Can I do
anything to stop growing, Mr. Pengarth? I'm getting taller and taller!"

She stood up. She was head and shoulders taller than the little lawyer,
slim as a lath, and yet wonderfully graceful. She laughed down at him
and made a little grimace.

"I'm a giraffe, am I not?" she declared; "and I'm still growing. Do show
me your garden, Mr. Pengarth. I want to see you