"What do you want me to do ?" he asked sharply.
The reply only increased his perplexity.
"Observe Miss Westerfield and your brother.

Look at them now." Randal obeyed.
"What is there to look at ?" he inquired.
"Can't you see ?" "I see they are talking to each other." "They are talking confidentially; talking so that Mrs.Linley can't hear them.

Look again." Randal fixed his eyes on Mrs.Presty, with an expression which showed his dislike of that lady a little too plainly.

Before he could answer what she had just said to him, his lively little niece hit on a new idea.

The sun was shining, the flowers were in their brightest beauty--and the doll had not yet been taken into the garden! Kitty at once led the way out; so completely preoccupied in steering the perambulator in a straight course that she forgot her uncle and the parasol.