“I wish the Miss Alans could see this,” observed Mr. Beebe, just as Lucy, who was nursing the injured Minnie, was in turn lifted off her feet by her brother.

“Who are the Miss Alans?” Freddy panted.

“They have taken Cissie Villa.”

“That wasn't the name — ”

Here his foot slipped, and they all fell most agreeably on to the grass. An interval elapses.

“Wasn't what name?” asked Lucy, with her brother's head in her lap.

“Alan wasn't the name of the people Sir Harry's let to.”

“Nonsense, Freddy! You know nothing about it.”