n while I think. If he
asks us to stay to tea, we must say we can't, until he begs us again."

"But suppose he didn't--that would be a pretty sell! I shan't do
anything so silly," said cautious Jack. "I'll accept at once."

"Well--perhaps. But it's politer to make a fuss. Is it a man who opens
the door, or a woman?"

"A man--looks like an old soldier himself."

"What's the proper way to tell him our names?"

"Jack and Mary Trevor, of course."

"It isn't! Miss Mary Trevor and Master Jack Trevor, if you please!"

"If you're miss, I'm mister. I'm not going to be called `master,' as if
I were a kid!"

"All right, then--Miss and Mr Trevor. I'll speak, because I'm the
lady, and give him the card to carry up."

Jack was not at all anxious to take the lead, so he assented by means of
the usual grunt, and when the door of the flat was reached, and the man-
servant appeared in response to a furious onslaught on the electric
bell, he stood by silently while Jill conducted operations.

"Does a gentleman called General Digby live here?"

"He does, madam."

Jill gave a toss to her saucy head. She had never before been addressed
as "madam," and the sensation was distinctly agreeable.

"We want to see him, please."

The butler looked in hesitating fashion from one of the strange visitors
to the other--Jill with her elfin locks, shabby hat and thick woollen
gloves; Jack with his hands thrust deep into his pockets, his school cap
at the back of his head.

"I am not sure, madam, that the General is receiving this afternoon."

"Then please take in my card and inquire," returned Jill with a burst of
dignity, which surprised herself and rilled Jack with admiration.

The butler also looked distinctly impressed, though the card itself,
when produced from the recesses of Jill's pocket, had somewhat lost its
first crispness and beauty. He placed it on a silver salver and
disappeared down the passage, while the twins peered curiously through
the doorway.

Old guns, swords, and curious-looking Eastern weapons hung against the
wall; stags' heads peered over the different doorways; a great glass-
case of stuffed birds stood on a table. "Hidjus!" thought Jill.
"Ripping!" thought Jack, his mind turning longingly to the exciting
scenes of sport in which these trophies had been captured. He had time
to examine them pretty thoroughly before the servant returned, but when
he did make his appearance he brought with him the