"Is that 'Villa Camellia' on the label of her bag?
I hope to goodness she's not going to school with me.

Hello! Who's that talking English on the other side?
Why, Little Flaxen for all the world! What's she followed us down here for ?" The small, fair-haired girl, whom they had seen in the train to Dover, was undoubtedly claiming public notice on their right.

Her high-pitched, childish voice was descanting freely about everything she saw, and people smiled at her quaint questions and comments.

Her mother, still very pale and languid, made no effort to silence her, and her father seemed rather to encourage her, and to exploit her remarks for the entertainment of several gentlemen friends.
A little bored by the evident self-advertisement of these rival belles, Irene moved away with Vincent to a quieter corner of the deck.

She was to see more of them soon, however.