At last the child went off into a sound natural slumber--an example that I should have been glad to follow had it not been for my burning curiosity.

Then I spoke.
"May I ask what your name is ?" I said.
"Stella," she answered.
"Stella what ?" I said.
"Stella nothing," she answered, in some pique; "Stella is my name; it is short and easy to remember at any rate.

My father's name is Thomas, and we live up there," and she pointed round the base of the great peak.

I looked at her astonished.

"Have you lived there long ?" I asked.
"Ever since I was seven years old.