had rich-looking shining brown hair, dark brown eyes full of merriment,
and a bright rosy colour, and she danced on her active feet as if she
were full of perpetual life. 'All happy and not caring,' thought
Dolores.

'Now don't fash Miss Mohun with your tricks. She has stood like a
lamb,' said Mrs. Halfpenny reprovingly. 'There, we'll not keep her to
find an apron.'

'I don't wear pinafores,' said Mysie, 'but I don't mind pretty aprons
like this. 'Why, my sisters had them for tennis, before they went out
to India. Come along, Dora,' grasping her hand.

'My name isn't Dora,' said the new-comer, as they went down the
passage.

'No,' said Mysie, in a low voice; 'but mamma told Gill--that's Gillian,
and me, that we had better not tell anybody, because if the boys heard
they might tease you so about it; for Wilfred is a tease, and there's
no stopping him when mamma isn't there. So she said she would call you
Dora, or Dolly, whichever you liked, and you are not a bit like a
Dolly.'

'They always called me Dolly,' said Dolores; 'and if I am not to have
my name, I like that best; but I had rather have my proper name.'

'Oh, very well,' said Mysie; 'it is more out of the way, only it is
very long.'

By this time they had descended a long narrow flight of uncarpeted