"Give him a strawberry, somebody.

Now, Jane, what do you suggest ?" Jane Champion was seated with her broad back half turned to her aunt, one knee crossed over the other, her large, capable hands clasped round it.

She loosed her hands, turned slowly round, and looked into the keen eyes peering at her from under the mushroom hat.

As she read the half-resentful, half-appealing demand in them, a slow smile dawned in her own.

She waited a moment to make sure of the duchess's meaning, then said quietly: "I will sing THE ROSARY for you, in Velma's place, to-night, if you really wish it, aunt." Had the gathering under the tree been a party of "mere people," it would have gasped.