CHAPTER IL

A SKETCH OF OUR FAMILY,

a HAVE two more sisters, Tiny and
© Gip. They have been out in the
te pony - carriage under the escort

of James, the under-groom, and
have come home laden with parcels

  

from M.

They come into the school-room now, hot,
dusty, and tired, and throwing their parcels
in a heap on to the sofa, and themselves into
chairs, they both cry simultaneously:

“ We met Father on the road.”

“No! did you?” we gasp all together.

“Yes,” says Gip, who is always spokes-
woman, ‘“Wasn’t it a mercy we had James
with us?”

“What did he say?” asks Freda, as she
busies herself with the bread and butter.