Grace had specially said they might go under Mary's charge. Did that mean that they might

go by themselves now that Mary was unable to escort them ?

‘Well, what do you think, Miss Emmeline-

dear ?’ asked Mary, anxiously.

‘Oh, Emmeline,’ pleaded Kitty, as Emmeline still hesitated, ‘of course she wouldn't mind! Why you're twelve years old—almost grown up.’

That decided Emmeline She could not bear to lose prestige in the eyes of the little sister who thought her almost grown up. ‘I'm sure Aunt Grace couldn't mind,’ she said boldly ; she knows I'm quite to be trusted to look after the others.’

‘That you are, my darling,’ agreed Mary, rather too easily reassured-—as a nurse it had been her one weakness that she never could endure to dis- appoint the children—‘ and Micky and Kitty will be as good as gold, I'm sure’; whereupon the twins assumed the expressions of a pair of youth- ful saints.

‘May Micky and I look at the picture Bible?’ suggested Kitty meekly. Whenever the twins visited that house—they had often done so in the days when Mary was still their nurse-one of two amusements was the recognised order of the day. Either they played—not the real game, but one of their own invention—with a set of