to you reasonably; is it worth while to upset
all our plans and all my hopes,--and for what? Mrs. Templestowe can't
have done anything to set you against her?"

"Lion," cried Imogen, bursting into tears, "don't! I'm sure I didn't
mean to be rude. Mrs. Geoff never did anything to displease me, and
certainly I haven't a grudge against her. But I'm very tired, so please
don't s-c-o-ld me; I've got no one out here but you."

Lionel melted at once. He had never seen his sister cry before, and felt
that he must have been harsh and unkind.

"I'm a brute," he exclaimed. "There, Moggy, there, dear--don't cry. Of
course you're tired; I ought to have thought of it before."

He petted and consoled her, and Imogen, who was really spent and weary,
found the process so agreeable that she prolonged her tears a little. At
last she suffered herself to be comforted, dried her eyes, grew
cheerful, and the two proceeded to make an investigation of the
premises, deciding what should go there and what here, and what it was
requisite to get from St. Helen's. Imogen had to own that the ladies of
the Valley had been both thoughtful and helpful.

"I'll thank them again this evening and do it better," she said; and
Lionel patted her back, and told her she really was quite a little brick
when she wasn't a big goose,--a brotherly compliment which was more
gratifying than it sounded.

It was decided that he should go into St. Helen's next day to order out
stores and what Lionel called "a few sticks" that were essential, and
procure a servant.

"Then we can move in the next day," said Imogen. "I feel in such a hurry
to begin house-keeping, Lionel, you can't think. One is always a
stranger in the land till one has a place of one's own. Geoff and his
wife are very kind and polite, but it's much better we should start for
ourselves as soon as possible. Besides, there are other people coming to
stay; Mrs. Page said so."

"Yes, but not for quite a bit yet, I fancy. All the same, you are right,
Moggy; and we'll set up our own shebang as soon as it can be managed.
You'll feel twice as much at home when you have a house of your own.
I'll get the mattresses and tables and chairs out by Saturday, and
fetch the slavey out with me if I can find one."

"No Chinese need apply," said Imogen. "Get me a Christian servant,
whatever you do, Lion. I can't bear that creature with the pig-tail."

"I'll do my possible," said her brother, in a doubtful tone; "but