Dear Ottawa! Charming Ottawa! I was excessively happy in Ottawa!" She laid hold of a kitten slumbering peacefully on a rug as she spoke, and went waltzing around the room, whistling a lively tune.

Grace looked at her, tried to repress a smile, failed, and continued her work.

She was very, very pretty, this second daughter of Captain Danton, and quite unlike the other two.

She was of medium height, but so plump and rounded as to look less tall than she really was.

Her profuse hair, of dark, chestnut brown, hung in thick curls to her waist; her complexion was dark, cheeks round and red as apples, her forehead low, her nose perfection, her teeth like pearls, her eyes small, bright and hazel.
Very pretty, very sparkling, very piquant, and a flirt from her cradle.
"Did you learn that new accomplishment in Ottawa, pray ?" asked Grace.
"What new accomplishment ?" "Whistling." "Yes, Jules taught me." "Who is Jules ?" "Jules La Touche--the son of the house--handsome as an angel, and my devoted slave." "Indeed! Has he taught you anything else ?" "Only to love him and to smoke cigarettes." "Smoke!" exclaimed Grace, horrified.
"Yes, m'amour! I have a whole package in my trunk.