“What are you going to say?”

“Please, Mrs. Harby, Miss Harby wants a pinny for Miss Brangwin,” muttered the boy very sheepishly.

“Miss Brangwen!” laughed Miss Harby, pushing him away. “Here, you'd better have my umbrella — wait a minute.”

The unwilling boy was rigged up with Miss Harby's umbrella, and set off.

“Don't take long over it,” called Miss Harby, after him. Then she turned to Ursula, and said brightly:

“Oh, he's a caution, that lad — but not bad, you know.”

“No,” Ursula agreed, weakly.

The latch of the door