She was passing a small flat-topped eastern house, whose gatepost bore the attractive title of "La Carina," when she suddenly heard her own name called, and turning round, startled and surprised, what should she see peeping over the cactus hedge but the smiling face and blonde bobbed locks of Irene.

The amazement was mutual.
"Hello! What are you doing in Capri ?" "What are _you_ doing here ?" "I'm staying up on the hill!" "And we're staying at this villa!" "To think of meeting you!" "Sporting, isn't it?
Come inside the garden! I can't talk to you down there in the road." That her chum should actually also have come to Capri for the holidays seemed a marvelous piece of luck to Lorna.
"We decided quite in a hurry," explained Irene.

"Dad heard this little place was to let furnished, and took it for three weeks.

The Camerons have taken that big pink house over there, with the umbrella pine in the garden.

Peachy is staying with them.