I will come and sit with you while you eat it," said Rosamund, who was
also there, jumping up and tossing down the book she had been looking
through somewhat restlessly.

The two girls moved off. Irene satisfied her appetite, and then Rosamund
asked her to come with her into one of the greenhouses.

"Well," said Irene, her eyes sparkling, "I suppose you are satisfied
with me to-night. I have behaved well to little Agnes, have I not?"

"In one sense you have behaved well enough; but you have quite forgotten
one thing."

"I do hope you are not going to scold me, I feel so wonderfully
virtuous. She is a dear little soul, and I have promised to take her
under my protection--that is, if no one will interfere. But I see you
mean to begin at once. It is exceedingly unkind of you. What is wrong
now?"

"Only Miss Frost--poor Miss Frost! You seem to have taken the little
sister quite away from her. She has not been able to speak to the little
thing since she arrived, and she has done everything for her."

"It doesn't matter what Frosty has done in the past. I mean to do
everything for little Agnes in the future--that is, if I am not bullied.
If I am, I----What is it, Rosamund?"

"Dear Irene, I quite know what you feel. It is the first time you have
found some one absolutely to trust you. Little Agnes trusts you; but you
ought to remember that she is Miss Frost's little sister. You ought not
to hurt her feelings. You ought to let Miss Frost do something for her,
too. If you had been supporting somebody very precious and very dear for
a great many years, and then quite a fresh person came along and took
that treasure from you, how would you feel?"

"I'm sure I don't know. I can't understand the position. I only know
that I like little Agnes, and as long as she is left with me I shall be
good to her. The best possible thing for Frosty and yourself and that
horrid, tiresome boy to do is to go away, I'll look after little Agnes."

"You were very sweet to her to-day, I will admit that; but what I want
to say is, do try and remember that Miss Frost will want to see
something of her too. Don't let Miss Frost become too jealous, for she
is devoted to her little sister."

"Well, I hate the boy," said Irene. "He was so rude when we came off the
lake, and he whistled in such a defiant way. He isn't one bit a
gentleman. Little Agnes told me that he was going to be a sort of
tradesman. We oughtn't to have those people coming to the