I was very pleased to see Mr.Tudor, for I knew he would help us in this emergency.

Jill was such a child, in spite of her womanly proportions, that I was sure that her escapade would not seriously shock him; he was young enough himself to have a fellow-feeling for her; and I was not wrong.

Mr.Tudor looked decidedly amused when I told him Jill had taken French leave.

He tried to look grave until I had finished, but the effort was too much for him, and he burst out laughing.
Jill, who was looking very sulky, was so charmed by his merriment that she began to laugh too, and we were all as cheerful as possible until I called them to order, and asked Mr.Tudor if he would send off a telegram at once.
'A telegram! Oh, Ursula!' And Jill's dimples disappeared like magic.
'My dear, Fraeulein would not have a moment's sleep to-night if she did not know you were safe.

Do not be afraid, Jill: we will spend our Christmas Day together, in spite of all the Fraeuleins in the world.' And then I wrote off the telegram, and a short note, and gave them to Mr.Tudor.