Meg sighed. "I'm afraid she can't do that. Come, my precious, and let me bathe you; you'll get cold standing there." With a quick movement Meg seized the plump, round body. She was muscular though so small, and in spite of little Fay's opposition she lifted her into the bath. She felt Tony pull at her skirts and say something, but was too busy to pay attention. Little Fay was in the bath sure enough, but to wash her was quite another matter. You may lead a sturdy infant of three to the water in a fixed bath, but no power on earth can wash that infant if it doesn't choose. Fay screamed and struggled and wriggled and kicked, finally slipping right under the water, which frightened her dreadfully; she lost her breath for one second, only to give forth ear-splitting yells the next. She was slippery as a trout and strong as a leaping salmon. Jan could bear it no longer and came in. Meg had succeeded in lifting the terrified baby out of the bath, and she stood on the square of cork defying the "Engliss Ayah," wet from her topmost curl to her pink toes, but wholly unwashed. Tony ran to Jan and under all the din contrived to say: "It's the big bath; she's frightened. Ayah never put her in the big bath." Meg had forgotten this. The little tin bath they had brought from India for the voyage stood in a corner. It was filled, while Fay, wrapped in a Turkish towel, sobbed more quietly, ejaculating between the gurgles: "Nasty hat, nasty Engliss Ayah. I want my own deah Ayah!" When the bath was ready poor Meg again approached little Fay, but Fay would have none of her. "No," she wailed, "Engliss Ayah in nasty hat _not_ wass me. Tony wass me, _deah_ Tony." She held out her arms to her brother, who promptly received her in his. "You'd better let me," he said to the anxious young women. "We'll never get her finished else." So it ended in Tony's being arrayed in the flannel apron which, tied under his arm-pits, was not so greatly too long. With his sleeves turned up he washed his small sister with thoroughness and despatch, pointing out somewhat proudly that he "went into all the corners." [Illustration: He washed his small sister with thoroughness and despatch, pointing out ... that he "went into all the corners."] The washing-glove was very large on Tony's little hand, and he used a tremendous lot of soap--but Fay became all smiles and amiability during the process. Meg and Jan had tears in their eyes as they watched the quaint spectacle. There was something poignantly pathetic in the clinging together of these two small wayfarers in a strange country, so far from all they had known and shared in their short experience. Meg's "nasty hat" was rakishly askew upon her red curls, for Fay had frequently grabbed at it in her rage, and the beautiful green linen gown was sopping wet. "Engliss Ayah clying!" Fay remarked surprisedly. "What for?"