Then Fay sent her to say good night to the children, who were just getting ready for bed.

"I defy anybody to quarrel with Fay when she is willing to make it up," her mother said.

FAY was still lying on her long chair in the verandah when Jan got in.

You see, Mother was far too strong and wise to spoil me as little Fay is spoilt.

"I like to think of the children at Wren's End," Fay said dreamily.

Do you mean to say, Fay, that he hasn't let you know where he is?

How he had, almost at first sight, fallen violently in love with Fay.

Fay gratified his sthetic appreciation of beauty and gentleness.

Fay's was not, and neither letter bore any address in Bombay.

She no longer wondered that Fay refused to leave the bungalow.