"Don't be silly, Arthur," cried Brenda; "you can't tease me to-day. Several years of my life certainly did pass before I had an idea that you were in the world. I was thinking of the time before we knew each other, when I was so jealous of Julia." "Jealous of Julia!" "Oh, I hadn't seen her when I began to have this feeling." "But why--what made you jealous if you hadn't seen her? "I can't wholly explain. Perhaps it wasn't altogether jealousy. You see I didn't like the idea of her coming to live with us." "You must have got over that soon. You and she have always seemed to hit it off pretty well since I've known you." "Oh, yes, ever since you have known us; and I've always been ashamed of that first year. Though Belle led me on, just a little." As Arthur still seemed somewhat mystified, Brenda described Julia's first winter in Boston; and she did not spare herself, when she told how she had shut her cousin out from the little circle of "The Four." "Really, however, Nora and Edith were not at all to blame. They liked Julia from the first. Then what a brick Julia was when she made up that sum of money that I lost after we had worked so hard at the Bazaar for Mrs. Rosa." Though Arthur had heard more or less about these things before, he enjoyed hearing Brenda narrate them in her quick and somewhat excited fashion. "Why, you may believe that I really missed Julia when she was at Radcliffe, and I'm fearfully disappointed that she won't be at home with us this winter." "She isn't going back to Cambridge, is she? I certainly saw her degree, and it was on parchment." "Oh, Arthur, how you do forget things. I'm sure that I wrote you about the school that she and Miss South were to start." "I was probably more interested in other things in the letter. But has she lost her money, and hence starts a school?" "Arthur, I believe that you skip pages and pages." "No, indeed, dear sister-in-law, but some pages sink more deeply in my mind than others. Has Julia lost her money, and therefore must she teach?" "You are hopeless, though I believe that really you remember all about it. It's Miss South's scheme. You see she has that great Du Launy house on her hands, and it's a kind of domestic school for poor girls, and Julia is to help her." "What kind of a school?" "A domestic school; I think that's it; to teach girls how to keep house and be useful." "Indeed! Then couldn't you go there for a term or two, Brenda? That kind of knowledge may be very useful to you some time." Whereupon Brenda urged her horse and was off at a gallop, so distancing Arthur for some seconds before he overtook her. On they went through the Arboretum, and around Franklin Park, then over the Boulevard toward Mattapan and Milton. It was dusk when they turned homeward, and dark, as they looked from a height on the city twinkling below them.