'Do not let us keep you, my dear,' she said, addressing Audrey. 'I am
sure Geraldine will excuse you; and it is far too fine to stay indoors.'
'In that case, we will go, Mollie,' returned Audrey in a relieved tone.
'Good-bye, Gage; I daresay I shall see you to-morrow. And, mother, let
me know when tea is ready;' and then she beckoned Mollie to follow her.
Mollie was no longer silent when she found herself alone with her
friend.
'Oh dear, Miss Ross, what a grand house you live in, and what a lovely
garden! Ours must seem such a poor, poky little place after this, and
yet we were all so pleased with it. I do like Mrs. Ross so; she is such
a dear old lady'--Audrey had never heard her mother called a 'dear old
lady' before--'and what a grand-looking person your sister is! I never
saw anyone so handsome.'
But Mollie's tone was a trifle dubious.
'I hope you mean to like her too, Mollie.'
'I don't seem to know her yet,' replied Mollie evasively; 'but I liked
looking at her. Somehow I could not talk before her. Where are we going,
Miss Ross? There is no pond that I can see.'
'No lake,' corrected Audrey, with much dignity. 'No, Mollie; I am going
to introduce you to the greenhouses and poultry-yard first; then there
are the pigs, and the boys' play-ground--oh, a host of sights!--before
we make our way down to the lake.'
'Ah, now you mean to be funny, because Cyril always calls it the
pond--and Kester too. You must be very rich, Miss Ross, to live here and
have all these fine things. Mamma was saying so to Cyril when he was
telling us about it.'
'This is my favourite little bantam, Mollie,' interposed Audrey; and
then Mollie gave herself up to enjoyment, there were so many things to
see. Mollie wondered and exclaimed and admired, with flushed cheeks and
sparkling eyes, until Audrey told herself the child was positively
pretty.
At last they found themselves by the tiny lake, with their hands full of
bread for Snowflake and Eiderdown, while a little troop of rare foreign
ducks hung somewhat timidly in the rear. Presently, to Mollie's intense
delight, they got into the canoe, and Audrey, with much gravity,
commenced their voyage.
'For you may laugh, Mollie,' she said severely, 'but you have no idea of
the extent of the place. This island is called "The Swans' Nest." We
need not land, because we can see it perfectly from the canoe; but you
may perhaps notice a small wooden building somewhere in the recesses of
the island.'
'Oh yes, I see it perfectly,' returned Mollie, with the utmost candour.
'I could almost cover the island with my pocket-handkerchief; but, of
course, it is very pretty.'
Audrey gave her a withering glance.
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