. Pearson.

"Well, the Holdens haven't invited Patty," said Muriel, "but of course
it doesn't matter."

"If I ask Mrs. Holden to include her in the invitation, I am sure she
will do so," said Mrs. Pearson.

"If it won't make too many," began Muriel, frowning at the suggestion.

"Oh, Aunt Lucy!" cried Patty, waxing bold, "if the Holdens haven't
really sent me an invitation, may I have tea with Jean instead? I should
so like to go."

"It would certainly be a good way out of the difficulty," said Mrs.
Pearson. "I think that will be quite the best plan. You had better
write, Muriel, and say that you have an engagement yourself, but your
cousin will be pleased to accept."

Patty had never expected such luck as to be able to spend a whole
afternoon with Jean without Muriel accompanying her, and she found it
quite difficult to repress her delight. The time fixed was three
o'clock, and punctual to the moment she started off, under the escort of
one of the servants, to walk to the Bannermans' house, which was only a
short distance from Thorncroft. Jean was watching for her at the window,
and flew to the front door to welcome her.

"Here you are at last!" she exclaimed, when her friend was safely inside
the hall. "I'm simply rejoiced to have you all to myself! I was obliged
to ask Muriel too, but I'm so glad she couldn't come. Now we'll have a
glorious time. Come into the drawing-room to see Mother, and then we'll
go upstairs to my bedroom. I have ever so many things I want to show
you."

Jean was the fortunate possessor of a particularly pretty little
bedroom. It was furnished partly as a sitting-room, and a fire had been
lighted there that afternoon, so that the two girls might indulge in a
private chat. Patty sank into a cosy basket chair, but she did not stay
there long, as she kept jumping up to look at the many treasures which
decorated the walls, and about most of which Jean seemed to have some
story to tell. Over the mantelpiece hung a fine pair of ram's horns that
had been polished and mounted on an oak slab.

"They came from Scotland," said Jean, "and they're a souvenir of an
adventure that Colin and I had when we were staying at our Uncle's."

"What happened?"

"We went out one day for a walk by ourselves on the hills. We had
wandered a long way, and climbed over a stone wall into a field, when
suddenly we heard a curious noise, and saw an old ram stamping its feet
at us. 'We'd better run,' said Colin. 'I