es, my name is Carolan," she replied, trying to hide a smile.

"Thought so, ma'am. I heerd the boss a-tellin' Miss Grainger as you
would be a-comin' to Chinkie's on yer way up ter Minervy Downs. Here's
the 'Queen's,' miss, an' there's the boss and his sister and Mr.
Mallard on the verandah there havin' a cooler," and then, to her
amusement and Grainger's astonishment, Mr. Dick Scott introduced her.

"This is Miss Caroline, boss. I picked her up at the 'Royal,'" and then,
without another word, he marched off again with a proud consciousness of
having "done the perlite thing."

"I am Sheila Carolan, Mr. Grainger. I was at the 'Royal 'asking for Mr.
Mallard when Mr. Scott kindly brought me here."

"I am delighted to meet you, Miss Carolan," said Grainger, who had risen
and extended his hand. "I had not the slightest idea you had arrived."
And then he introduced her to his sister and Mallard.

"Now, Miss Carolan, please let me give you a glass of this--it is simply
lovely and cold," said Myra, pouring some champagne into a glass with
some crashed ice in it. "My brother is the proad possessor of a big but
rapidly diminishing lump of ice, which was sent to him by the captain of
the _Corea_ just now."

"Thank you, Miss Grainger. I really am very thirsty. I have had quite a
lot of walking about to-day. I have a letter to you, Mr. Mallard, from
Mrs. Farrow," and she handed the missive to him.

"I am so very sorry I did not know of your arrival, Miss Carolan," said
Mallard. "I would have met you on board, but, as a matter of fact, I did
not expect you in the _Corea_, as she is a very slow boat."

"I was anxious to get to Mrs. Farrow," Sheila explained, "and so took
the first steamer."

"Where are you staying, Miss Carolan?" asked Myra.

"Oh, I've been very fortunate. I have actually secured a room at
'Magnetic Villa,' on Melton Hill; in fact I went there just after you
had left."

Myra clapped her hands with delight. "Oh, how lovely! I shall be there
for a week, and my brother and Mr. Mallard are staying there as well."

"So Mrs. Lee Trappeme informed me," said Sheila with a bright smile.

Mallard--an irrepressible joker and mimic--at once threw back his head,
crossed his hands over his chest, and bowed in such an exact imitation
of Mrs. Trappeme that a burst of laughter followed.

"Now you two boys can run away and play marbles for a while, as Miss
Carolan and I want to have a little talk before we go to the 'refi