y
little friend Miss Arminster. She's one of the nicest girls that ever
was."

"I shall be delighted," said his Lordship. "Arminster," he continued
reflectively. "Does she come from the Arminsters of Shropshire?"

Mrs. Mackintosh laughed.

"I'm sure I don't know," she replied, "but from the way her friends
speak of her, you'd think she came from Noah's Ark."

"Dear me!" said the Bishop. "That's very curious."

"They call her the Leopard," she went on, "and I must say for my part
that I'm 'most as fond of the Leopard as I am of Jonah's whale." And she
rose and joined the group about the tea-table, for she did not wish to
try Miss Matilda's patience too far.

"I don't know what you'll think of our quiet life. I fear it'll seem
very strange to you," said his Lordship, addressing himself to Miss
Arminster.

"I think it'll be jolly," she replied promptly, looking up at him
playfully to see whether he would bear chaffing, "and," she added, after
due deliberation, "I think you're a dear, and your uniform is just
sweet. I always did love a uniform. I used to be awfully gone, as a
child, on a policeman at the corner of our block, but you're much more
nicely dressed than he was."

His Lordship started to say something crushing in regard to the sanctity
of ecclesiastical trappings, but another glance at the bewitching
little figure that confronted him caused him to remark instead that he
was glad she approved of him, and that he would try to take better care
of her than even a guardian of the law.

"Oh, I'm afraid I've said something shocking!" she exclaimed in a
delightfully naive manner, "and I did mean to be so good and decorous.
I'm sure I'll need a lot of teaching."

"I shall be delighted to undertake the task," he replied gallantly.
"Suppose we begin by going to evensong. Would you like to do so?"

"Rather," she returned; "but I'm afraid," looking at her
travelling-costume, "that I'm hardly dressed for the part--I mean the
occasion."

"Dear me!" said the Bishop, scrutinizing her keenly, "it seems to be a
very pretty gown."

"Oh, that's all right," she said. "Then we'll go at once."

"So we shall," he replied, "and you shall sit in the stalls."

"How jolly!" she exclaimed. "I almost always have to sit in the
balcony."

"Really?" said his Lordship. "You don't say so. But from what Mr. Spotts
says, I should judge that the architecture of American churches was
novel." And they walked across the lawn to the