"It's for you, Miss Peaches," said the infant who carried my luggage. "The new nurse has came." "What d'yer mean--new nurse?" queried the beauty, wrinkling her handsome nose. "Are you sure this is for our ranch?" "Perhaps your father has been up to something new, Peaches," said the chauffeur, sliding from his end of the table and removing the cap, which had all the time remained upon the back of his red head. I felt it time to enlighten them. "I am the new governess for Miss Alicia Pegg," I said with what dignity I could muster under the circumstances. "Mr. Pegg engaged me yesterday." "There!" exclaimed the chauffeur. "I told you so!" "Shut up, Dicky!" snapped the beauty, becoming suddenly serious, not to say alarmed, and looking down upon me from her enormous height very much as if I had been something terrible--like, say, a mouse. "Shut up, Dicky, and let me handle this. So my old man hired you, did he?" she went on gravely. "Without a word to me! Well, that's not your fault. We will have to talk this over in private. Sit down, ma'am; here's a nice chair. Get out, cutie!" This last was addressed to the little page boy, who promptly dropped my baggage and prepared for flight. There was that in the young woman's voice which betrayed the habit of command. But with a gesture I detained him. "Wait, little boy. I have something for you this time!" I said. The boy stopped in his tracks and waited quite as promptly as if it were a custom with him, while I delved into the depths of my reticule and produced six nice brown sugar cookies, which I presented. He was pleased, I perceived that. Indeed he was quite wordless with surprise. But I knew they were wholesome and that six were not too many, and presently he was shut out by the chauffeur, who leaned against the closed portal shaking with unaccountable mirth. Miss Pegg seemed to see no humor in the situation any more than did I myself, but led me to the window and made me sit there opposite her. The Dick person leaned against the center table, toying with the dice. "What's the name, did you say?" she inquired. "My name is Freedom Talbot--Miss Talbot!" said I. "Gee! That's funny!" said Miss Peaches Pegg. "It sure is!" remarked the chauffeur. "It's Dick's name, too!" said my hostess. "Make you acquainted--shake hands with Mr. Talbot, Miss Talbot!" There was nothing to do but acquiesce, for the young chap without the least trace of self-consciousness came forward most politely. "Pleased to meetcher!" he said. "I wonder are you any relative to my Aunt Lucy? That's my father's sister, but he got killed in a gun fight up to Nome." "I scarcely think it likely," said I. "Our family is practically extinct." "Well, never mind the family tree just now!" said Alicia. "And let's get down to cases on this dry-nurse business. Of course, Miss Talbot, I realize you are not to blame in this. But it's got to be understood right here and now. Tell me what the old boy put over on me this time?"