I had not heard about his collieries in Lancashire.

Oh!"-- opening her big eyes in heart-felt yearning,--"how I wish I owned a colliery! It must be so _nice_ to be rich!" "I never was rich," answered Lady Agatha, with a bitter little sigh.

"I know it is hideous to be poor." "_I_ never was rich," said Emily, "and I never shall be.

You"-- a little shyly--"are so different." Lady Agatha flushed delicately again.
Emily Fox-Seton made a gentle joke.

"You have eyes like blue flowers," she said.