But then they turned me into a fish, and fished for me with the family umbrellas.

I had distinctly the worst of it." And she took off her cap, turning it round on her hand, and looking at the dints in it with amusement.
"Oh, no, you never get the worst of it!" said Lord Buntingford, laughing, as he handed her the cake.

"You couldn't if you tried." She looked up sharply.

Then she turned to Mrs.Friend.
"That's the way my guardian treats me, Mrs.Friend.How can I take him seriously ?" "I think Lord Buntingford meant it as a compliment--didn't he ?" said Mrs.
Friend shyly.

She knew, alack, that she had no gift for repartee.
"Oh, no, he never pays compliments--least of all to me.