arl saw Estelle's delight on hearing that she was
to share in Marjorie's lessons, and have her cousins to play with every
day, he became reconciled to the parting with his little girl.

But when the day came for saying good-bye he almost repented. Estelle
cried and clung to him till Lady Coke and Mademoiselle had great trouble
in getting her away. They hurried her up to her room, where Mademoiselle
gave her brilliant descriptions of how busy her father was going to be,
and how happy she would be in his absence with her cousins. She would
grow up to be a comfort to him, and must do all she could that he might
not be disappointed in her on his return.

Then came the bustle of preparation for her own journey, and the
excitement of her arrival at the Moat House. All three cousins were
there to greet her, and she was welcomed with so many kisses, and such a
chorus of delight, that for the moment everything else was forgotten.
Each of the cousins had his or her favourite pet, or particular spot in
the garden to show her, and Estelle felt herself at home at once.

Lady Coke's plan had worked well. The joy of the children, their perfect
contentment when together, and Estelle's improved health and spirits
were proof enough. The gardens of the two houses, which joined, the
woods, the rocks, the sea, were more than enough to keep them all happy
and occupied; and to Estelle was added the keen pleasure of an only
child to whom everything was new.

(_Continued on page 10._)

[Illustration: "Thomas moved off."]

[Illustration: "Marjorie distinctly saw a man's figure."]

THE GIANT OF THE TREASURE CAVES.

(_Continued from page 7._)

An afternoon to be spent in rowing along that grand coast, in scrambling
among the rocks, or visiting the numerous caves, was to Estelle the
height of delight. As the boat pushed off from the sandy beach, and
Thomas swung himself into the stern, she gazed about her in silent but
deep enjoyment.

The sea was as smooth as glass. The sun shone clear and hot. The white
sails of distant boats dotted the horizon. Beautiful as was the sea
itself, however, her whole attention was given to the frowning cliffs
which towered up in great headlands and boulders. Hovering about every
ledge, or over the surface of the water, were white-winged gulls, diving
or preening their feathers in the warm sunshine. Masses of jagged rocks
stretched far out from land, making a wide sweep necessary in order to
get ro