"And I'm coming again--by special invitation." His dark eyes flung a gibe with the words.
"Good-bye, Mr.Evesham!" said Avery somewhat pointedly.
He turned sharply, and took her extended hand with elaborate courtesy.
"Good-bye,--Mrs.Denys!" he said.
"I'll come down and see you off," cried Gracie, attaching herself to his free arm.
"Ah! Wait a bit!" said Piers.

"I haven't said good-bye to the Queen of the fairies yet." He dropped upon one knee by Jeanie's sofa.

Her arm slid round his neck.
"When will you come again ?" she whispered.
"When do you hold your next court ?" he whispered back.
She smiled, her pale face close to his.

"I love to see you--always," she said.

"Come just any time!" "Shall I ?" said Piers.
He was looking straight into the tired, blue eyes, and his own were soft with a tenderness that must have charmed any child to utter confidence.
She lifted her lips to his.