At the moment that Enid Crofton was telling herself that everything was going fairly well with her, and that nothing could alter the fact that she was now, and likely to remain for a long time, a woman likely to attract every man with whom she came in contact--Godfrey Radmore, following Janet Tosswill after breakfast into the drawing-room of Old Place, exclaimed deprecatingly:--"I feel like Rip Van Winkle!' "Do you ?" She turned to him and smiled a little sadly.

"It's _you_ that have changed, Godfrey.

Everything here is much the same.

As for me, I never see any change from one year to another." "But they've all grown up!" he exclaimed plaintively.

"You can't think how odd it seems to find a lot of grown-up young ladies and gentlemen instead of the jolly little kids who were in the nursery with Nanna nine years ago.