There is nothing I like better than to stand here
and watch the drip, drip of the rain on the
sodden grass, or to listen to the branches
crackling and waving in a strong wind ; and
just as I begin to feel nice and creepy, as the
children say, to turn round and see Cosy Nook,
with mother sitting at her little tea-table, and
Barry dozing, and the bright firelight leaping in
every comer of the dear old hall.'

* Well, Lilias, after that description, I certainly
think you possess a vivid imagination your-
self/

* You are quite right. Miss Deane,' observed
Mr. Wentworth, who had drawn near the girls
unobserved. * Miss Carr is horribly superstitious.
