"Do you greatly mind if I _don't_ talk about it?" she asked in a voice of sweet apology. "It makes me feel----" "How, dear?" "I don't know, only I get the up and down and round and round feel. It was the feel I had when pony sprang; he seemed to spring into the air, and I fell and fell and fell. I don't like to get the feel back, it is so very round and round, you know." "We won't talk of it," said Lord Grayleigh; "what shall I do to amuse you?" "Tell me more about father and the mine full of gold." "I have only just had the one cablegram, Sib, in which he merely stated that the news with regard to the mine was good." "I am delighted," said Sibyl. "It's awfully good of Lord Jesus. Do you know that I have been asking Lord Jesus to pile up the gold in the mine. He can do anything, you know, and He has done it, you see. Isn't it sweet and dear of Him? Oh, you don't know all He has done for me! Don't you love Him very much indeed, Lord Grayleigh?" "Who, Sibyl?" "My Lord Jesus Christ, my beautiful Lord Jesus Christ." Lord Grayleigh bent and picked up a book which had fallen on the carpet. He turned the conversation. The child's eyes, very grave and very blue, watched him. She did not say anything further, but she seemed to read the thought he wished to hide. He stood up, then he sat down again. Sibyl had that innate tact which is born in some natures, and always knew where to pause in her probings and questionings. "Now," she continued, after a pause, "dear Mr. and Mrs. Holman will be rich." "Mr. and Mrs. Holman," said Lord Grayleigh; "who are they?" "They are my very own most special friends. They keep a toy-shop in Greek Street, a back street near our house. Mrs. Holman is going to buy a lot of gold out of the mine. I'll send her a letter to tell her that she can buy it quick. You'll be sure to keep some of the gold for Mrs. Holman, she is a dear old woman. You'll be quite sure to remember her?" "Quite sure, Sibyl." "Hadn't you better make a note of it? Father always makes notes when he wants to remember things. Have you got a note-book?" "In my pocket." "Please take it out and put down about Mrs. Holman and the gold out of the mine." Lord Grayleigh produced a small note-book. "What do you wish me to say?" he inquired. "Put it this way," said Sibyl eagerly, "then you won't forget. Some of the gold in the----" "Lombard Deeps Mine," supplied Lord Grayleigh. "Some of the gold in the Lombard Deeps Mine," repeated Sibyl, "to be kept special for dear Mr. and Mrs. Holman. Did you put that? Did you put _dear_ Mr. and Mrs. Holman?" "Just exactly as you have worded it, Sibyl." "Her address is number ten, Greek Street, Pimlico." The address being further added, Sibyl gave a sigh of satisfaction. "That is nice," she said, "that will make them happy. Mrs. Holman has cried so often because of the dusty toys, and 'cos the children won't come to her shop to buy. Some children are very mean; I don't like some children a bit."