The Second Honeymoon

called her a child; but he had not said how sweet a child she was, he thought, as his eyes rested on her (dainty profile and parted lips. She seemed to wake from dreaming at the sound of his voice. She gave a little sigh, and leaned back in her chair. "Yes," she said. "We used to play together when we were children." "Such a long, long time ago," said Sangster, half mockingly, half in earnest. She nodded seriously. "It seems ages and ages," she said. She looked past him to where Jimmy sat talking to her mother,, He might have sat next to her, she thought wistfully. Mr. Sangster was very nice, but?she caught a littlfi sigh between her lips. "Jimmy has told me so much about you," Sangster said. "I almost feel as if I have known you for years." "Has he?" That pleased her, at all events. Her brown eyes shone as she looked at him. "What did he tell you?" she asked, interestedly. Sangster laughed. "Oh, all about Upton House, and the fine time you used to have there; all about the dogs, and an old horse named Judas." She laughed too, now. "Judas?he died last year. He was so old, and nearly blind; but he always knew my step and came to the gate." Her voice sounded wistful. "Jimmy used to ride him round the field, standing up on his back," she went on eagerly. "Jimmy could ride anything." "Jimmy is a very wonderful person," said Sangster gravely. She looked rather puzzled. "Do you mean that?" she asked. "Or are you ?are you jo...