CHAPTER XX.
BRESSANT CONFIDES A SECRET TO THE FOUNTAIN.
Sophie went flitting up the garden-path toward the house, and in a moment more the sisters were in one another's arms.

Bressant, glad of the concealment afforded by the shrubbery, remained gazing moodily at the fountain, his head on his hand.

The two girls entered the house, and sat down in the professor's study, where the old gentleman (who had been the first to meet Cornelia) sat enclouding himself with smoke, but betraying no other symptom of his huge delight.
"But how came you to get here so soon, you dear darling ?" said Sophie, looking with lighted eyes at her sister.

"We thought it would be a week at least." "Oh, bless your heart, I couldn't wait, you know.

So awfully tired I got of seeing new things and people.