When my son returns to London he will take the eldest and the youngest with him.

The middle girl, dear Grace--she is thought very clever in water-colours, and I am quite sure, if it were necessary, she could pursue the arts in a professional spirit.' Mr.Bevis entered the room, and Monica recognized the sprightly young man whom she had seen on the quay.

The hostess presented him to her new friends, and he got into talk with Widdowson.

Requested to make music for the company, he sang a gay little piece, which, to Monica at all events, seemed one of the most delightful things she had ever heard.
'His own composition,' whispered Miss Grace Bevis, then sitting by Mrs.
Widdowson.
That increased her delight.

Foolish as Mrs.Bevis undoubtedly was, she perchance had not praised her son beyond his merits.