'Ee-ou,' which is not pretty."

She screwed her rosy little mouth into the funniest shape as she tried
to manage "Hugh." Hugh could hardly help laughing.

"Never mind," he said. "I like 'cheri' ever so much better. I like it
better than 'mon cousin' or any name, because, do you know," he added,
dropping his voice a little, "I remember now, though I had forgotten
till you said it--that was the name mamma called me by."

"Cheri!" repeated Jeanne, stopping half-way up the staircase to throw
her arms round Hugh's neck at the greatest risk to the equilibrium of
the whole party, including the guinea-pig--"_Cheri!_ I shall always call
you so, then. You shall be my Prince Cheri. Don't you love fairy
stories, mon cousin?"

"_Awfully_," said Hugh, from the bottom of his soul.

[Illustration: 'ISN'T IT A FUNNY ROOM, CHERI?'--p. 25]

"I knew you would," said Jeanne triumphantly. "And oh, so do I!
Marcelline says, Cheri, that the tapestry room--that's the room you're
going to have--is full of fairy stories. I wonder if you'll find out
any of them. You must tell me if you do."

"The tapestry room?" repeated Hugh; "I don't think I ever saw a tapestry
room. Oh," he added, as a sudden recollection struck him, "is it like
what that queen long ago worked about the battles and all that? I mean
all about William the Conqueror."

"No," said Jeanne, "it's quite different from that work. I've seen that,
so I know. It isn't pretty at all. It's just long strips of linen with
queer-shaped horses and things worked on. Not _at all_ pretty. And I
think the pictures on the walls of your room _are_ pretty. Here it is.
Isn't it a funny room, Cheri?"

She opened the door of the tapestry room as she spoke, for while
chattering they had mounted the staircase and made their way along the
corridor. Hugh followed his little cousin into the room, and stood
gazing round him with curious surprise and pleasure. The walls were well
lighted up, for Marcelline had carried a lamp upstairs and set it down
on the table, and a bright fire was burning in the wide old-fashioned
hearth.

"Jeanne," said Hugh, after a minute's silence, "Jeanne, it is very
funny, but, do you know, I am _sure_ I have seen this room before. I
seem to know the pictures on the walls. Oh, _how_ nice they are! I
didn't think that was what tapestry meant. Oh, how glad I am this is to
be my room--is yours like this too, Jeanne?"

Jeanne shook her head.

"Oh no, Cheri," she said. "My