"The child has perfect manners," commented Lady Canning, with a sigh of content, as Thurston followed Indiana from the room. "One would think she had been born and bred in England, thanks to my policy, from the very beginning. I don’t allow her to call me mother—the child’s too young. It’s a better moral effect—and, with a little tender firmness, combined with just a spark of dignity that awes, I have accomplished wonders. I shudder to think what would have been the results if I had not been here. Thurston spoils her shockingly." "Ah, does he? Very wrong of him, very unwise, I’m sure." "Yes, is it not? But it’s turned out very gratifyingly. You know how averse I’ve always been to Thurston marrying a modern woman—one of those editing magazines, forming clubs and racing women?" She shuddered. "When Thurston broke it to me, I was very doubtful of the results—very. But his heart carried him away. I don’t wonder at it. She’s so bright, so clever, so amusing, so lovable. She must have come from very fine stock." "Very," answered Lord Stafford, seriously. "You should see Grandma Chazy Bunker. She ’beats the band’—as they say in the States." He regarded the ceiling with an expression of delightful reminiscence, which broadened gradually into a laugh. He rose suddenly and approached his sister. "Helena, I am going to let you into a little secret." He looked around mysteriously, then added, in a loud whisper, "Indiana’s people are in London. They came over with me from America." "Who?" "Her father, mother, and grandmother, and, as they say in the States"—Lady Canning braced herself from the shock which inevitably followed this remark—"’they’re going to make Indiana’s hair curl!’" "Speak English, if you please." "They’re going to give her a surprise party." Lady Canning looked at him incredulously. "Do you mean to say they’re going to drop down on that poor child without sending her word?" "You can bet your sweet life on it! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" He sank into an arm-chair, overcome with mirth. The entire affair was a huge joke to him, irrespective of the fact that his sister failed to perceive the humor of his communication. "What an undignified proceeding!" said Lady Canning, in shocked tones. "Her grandmother, too!" Lord Stafford went off into another paroxysm of mirth. "Why, the highest respect is due to their age in the way of preparation." "In America there’s nothing gives so much pleasure as springing things on a person. The surprise party is a national institution." Lady Canning rose to her feet, perceptibly agitated. "My dear brother, think of the shock to Indiana. It might be serious." "’She won’t turn a hair’—as we say in the States. She’s a thoroughbred! Ha, ha, ha, ha!" "I’m very glad you told me. I must go and make some kind of a toilette to receive them, and the housekeeper must be apprised." "My dear sister, ’don’t put yourself out’—as we say in the States."