ruises
with this lotion and water. It's so cooling and healing, and it will
take all the inflammation out.--And don't you go, my dear," she
continued, turning to Singh, "till I have done your face over too."

"I am not going," said Singh quietly. "The Doctor sent me up here to
stop."

"Has he?" cried Glyn. "Oh, hurrah! Here, Mrs Hamton, another patient
for you to make decent.--I say, Singhy, she's just come from old Slegge.
I'm afraid I've made his face in a horrible mess."

"You have indeed, my dear," said the housekeeper reproachfully. "But
oh, what a pity it is that young gentlemen will so far forget
themselves! It grieves me; it does indeed."

"But I don't forget myself," protested Glyn. "I was obliged to fight.
You wouldn't have had me lie down and let him knock both of us about for
nothing, would you, nurse--I mean Mrs Hamton?"

"Oh, don't ask me, my dear; it's not for me to say; and you needn't mind
calling me nurse, for it always sounds nice and pleasant to me. There,
now, doesn't that feel cool and comforting?"

"Lovely," cried Glyn softly, and as he looked up in the pleasant face,
with its grey curls on either side, his eyes for the moment, what could
be seen of them, seemed to be sparkling with mischief and mirth, for
there was a feeling of pride and triumph at his success swelling in his
breast, and a few moments later, so great was the comfort he experienced
under the delicate manipulation of his motherly attendant's hands, that
he looked up at her and began to smile--only began, for he uttered an
ejaculation of pain.

"Oh, my dear, did I hurt you?" cried the housekeeper.

"No," said the boy, in rather a piteous tone; "it was my face. It's all
stiff and queer."

"Yes, I told you that it was one-sided," said Singh merrily.

"Well, never mind, my dear; it will soon be better," said the
housekeeper soothingly. "But you must do exactly what I tell you, and
be very patient and still."

"But, I say, look here, Mrs Hamton," cried Glyn, catching the hand
which was bearing the sponge and holding it to his cheek, to the old
lady's intense satisfaction, though somehow there came an unwonted look
of moisture in her eyes.

"What were you going to say, my dear? But, dear, dear, what a pity it
is that you should go and disfigure yourselves like this! What would
your poor father say if he knew?"

"Oh, I say, don't talk about it," cried Glyn.--"Fancy, Singhy, if he
could see us now!"

Glyn tri