"But I suppose," she added, "he gave you all you want." "Oh dear yes, thank you--I've had lots." Nanda hovered there slim and charming, feathered and ribboned, dressed in thin fresh fabrics and faint colours, with something in the effect of it all to which the sweeter deeper melancholy in her mother's eyes seemed happily to testify.

"Just turn round, dear." The girl immediately obeyed, and Mrs.Brook once more took everything in.

"The back's best--only she didn't do what she said she would.

How they do lie!" she gently quavered.
"Yes, but we lie so to THEM." Nanda had swung round again, producing evidently on her mother's part, by the admirable "hang" of her light skirts, a still deeper peace.

"Do you mean the middle fold ?--I knew she wouldn't.