Then Miss Jacobi flushed a little as she took it from his hand.
"I must have dropped it in the tent-there was such a crush," she murmured.

"Good-bye, Mr.Herrick, I am much rested now." "Good-bye, Herrick," observed Mr.Jacobi in a familiar tone that grated on Malcolm; "we shall be very glad to see you at Beechcroft when young Templeton is with us.

It is Telemachus and Mentor over again, is it not ?" and here he broke into a little cackling laugh.

"Well, ta-ta.
Come along, Leah;" and taking his sister by the arm, Mr.Jacobi quickly crossed the lawn with her.
"He is a cad if ever a man was," mused Malcolm as he followed them slowly; "and if I do not mistake there is a touch of the Tartar about him.

She may be a devoted sister, as Mrs.Sinclair observes, but she is afraid of him all the same." "What a strange girl she seems," he continued--"woman rather, I should say; for there is little of the girl about her.