so they must come in.

There sounded 'coo-roo-oo coo-roo-oo' in the verandah, and Mysie cried--

'Oh, the dear doves!'

Miss Hacket said she had been just feeding them when the G.F.S. girl
arrived, and as Mysie came to a halt in delight at the aspect of a
young one that had just crept out into public life, the sister was
called to the window. She was a great deal younger and more of the
present day in style than her sister, and had pensive-looking grey
eyes, with a somewhat bored languid manner as she shook hands with the
early visitors.

The sisters had a little consultation over the note, during which
Dolores studied them, and Mysie studied the doves, longing to see the
curious process of feeding the young ones.

When Miss Hacket turned back to her with the acceptance of the
invitation, she thought she might wait just to help Miss Hacket to put
in the corn and the sop. Meantime Miss Constance talked to Dolores.

'Did you arrive yesterday?'

'No, the day before.'

'Ah! it must be a great change to you.'

'Indeed it is.'