I shall write to your father to-night, and set things straight." * * * * * "How is it that you've actually been a whole year at The Woodlands and never let anybody have the least hint that Lord Glyncraig is your grandfather?
Don't you know what an enormous difference it would have made to your position in the school?
Stephie is quite hysterical about it.

Why was it such a dead secret ?" asked Ulyth of her room-mate, as they took off their party dresses, when the guests had gone.
"It's rather a long story," replied Rona, sitting down on her bed.

"In the first place, I dare say you've guessed that Dad was the prodigal of the family.

He never did anything very bad, poor dear, but he was packed off to the colonies in disgrace, and told that he might stay there.

At Melbourne he met a lovely opera singer, who was on tour in Australia, and married her.