CHAPTER XV.
A Point of Honour "Lizzie," announced Ulyth, sitting down on a stump in the glade, and speaking slowly and emphatically, "The Woodlands isn't what it used to be." "So Stephanie was saying the other day," agreed Lizzie, taking a seat on the stump by the side of her friend.

"She thinks it's a different place altogether." "It is; though not exactly from Stephie's point of view.

I don't care the least scrap that there are no Vernons or Courtenays or Derringtons here now.

Stephie can lament them if she likes.

I never knew them, so I can't regret them.