Margaret Vincent

rning Tom Carringford

boyish frankness that immediately won over Mr. Vincent. "Please forgive me, and don't th

t said. "I knew your father well." And

k of 'King John?'"

tre is a wonderful place. Ho

perhaps," at which she laughed too, and thought of Hannah. "I expect th

said, evidently amuse

she ought to weep at seeing that sort of thing for the first time. Then he turned to Mr. Vincent. "My fa

ure, at his six feet of growth and broad shoulders, at his frank face and clear blue eyes. This was the sort of boy that a man would like to have for a son, he thought

it," said T

eft Oxford,

s, las

ambit

p presently, and by-and-by I hope to get into the House. Politics are rather low down, you know, Miss Vincent,

fully. "I'm so glad. I love her, t

though, of course, she's getting on a bit," he added, with the splendid insolence of youth. "There's something mo

Waterloo. We can't

ith me? I have my father's little house in Stratton Street, and sho

shook his he

lunch somewher

ediately, and one or two other places, and do

u going

es

ake Miss Vincent round and show her something? Picture-galleries, Tower of London, British Museum, Houses of Parliame

r-could I?" she

twenty-two and Margaret eighteen, a couple of wild children, and before either of t

id, "and it would prevent her

I can help it," Tom a

cried and kissed her father.

and so was the old man, as he desc

re and lunch with us," he said; "there might be just time eno

e as you say. Now, Miss Vincent, there's hard work before us." Five minutes later Mr. Vincent wa

ll," he went on, "you probably have trees and ponds at Chidhurst, we'll begin by going to St. Paul's. I'm afraid, seeing the limited time at our disposal, that the Tower and the Monument must be left alone." A brilliant thought struck him

brought no m

"I had an idea we might do something, you know. Now th

Adam and Eve in the first garden when the world was all their own. They chose a stack of flower

you some roses, too, if you will have them?" he said, almost humbly. "We get them in L

some," she answered, quite uncons

e to send her some, if I may. But they shall meet you at W

ed and looked at the world from the same stand-point as she felt that she and Tom did, though till yesterday she had not set eyes on him. It was a new delight that the world had suddenly sprung upon her. This was what it was like to be

"because you did that yesterday, and b

you will

n to sit, we'll get rid of these flowers. Great College Street is here, just round the corner. I wonder if

trees loo

e we

ired woman, middle-aged, and with a kindly face, overmuch wrink

struck him. "Look here, Mrs. Gilman, we have brought her som

t you some water at once," and she m

outside it. The two windows went up high and let in the light, and the bygone centuries from over the way. In front of them were muslin curtains, fresh and white, with frills to their edges. There were brass sconces in the wall with candles and blue silk shades, but the reading-lamp on the table suggested that they were seldom used. On one side

them," Tom sai

he said. "But it seems such an odd thing to be here in a stranger's roo

f people are strangers, no matter how long you know 'em, but she isn't, even at the

earth," she said; "pots should always be green, do

ing the flowers in. At last there

own the pot by the photograph of a thin, sweet-

s tone. Then when all the flowers were placed about the little blue and white room, and the freshness of s

the doors. "Tell Miss Hunstan we did it-Miss Vi