I spoke to her some time ago, and desired her most earnestly to desist from it.

But a father has no power nowadays! I have talked the matter over with young Donnington (of whom I sometimes suspect she is fonder than she knows), and he quite agrees with me.

After all, she's a child still, and doesn't realize what _vieux jeu_ all that sort of thing is.

I insisted on reading to her 'Sludge, the Medium,' but it made no impression on her! In a sense I've only myself to thank, for I used to amuse myself in testing her amazing thought-reading powers when she was a little girl." Bubbles had now been at Wyndfell Hall two whole days, and so far her aunt had said nothing to her.

Somehow she felt a certain shyness of approaching the subject.