'But imagine Miss Farnham's remembering Akbar's date! I'm sure you didn't!' 'Let us hope she doesn't know too much about him,' I cried gaily, 'or there will be nothing to tell!' 'Oh, really and truly very little!' said Cecily, 'but as soon as we heard papa would be stationed here Aunt Emma made me read up about those old Moguls and people.

I think I remember the dynasty.

Baber, wasn't he the first?
And then Humayon, and after him Akbar, and then Jehangir, and then Shah Jehan.

But I've forgotten every date but Akbar's.' She smiled her smile of brilliant health and even spirits as she made the damaging admission, and she was so good to look at, sitting there simple and wholesome and fresh, peeling her banana with her well-shaped fingers, that we swallowed the dynasty as it were whole, and smiled back upon her.

John, I may say, was extremely pleased with Cecily; he said she was a very satisfactory human accomplishment.