They were, however, much better satisfied with the Ceylonese Lily, who was a very well trained civilised specimen, conversing very prettily over one of Aunt Jane’s picture books, which Bessie looked at with her, and showing herself fully able to read the titles beneath, a feat of which Lena was quite incapable, though she was less on the defensive than she had shown herself at the Goyle, and Angela was far more at her ease than when she was conscious that “Field’s” original love was watching the introduction to his sisters. Besides, Bernard’s presence was sunshine to her, and the two expanded into bright reminiscences and merry comparisons of their two lives, absolutely delightful to themselves, and to Phyllis and her Aunt Jane, and which would have been the same to Elizabeth, if she had not been worried at Susan’s evident misunderstanding of—and displeasure at—the quips and cranks of the happy brother and sister; also she was bent on promoting an intercourse between Lily and Lena, over the doll she had brought for the former. She was a little hurt that Lena had not been accompanied by the blue-eyed article with preposterously long eyelashes that had been bestowed on her at the Goyle; but the little Australian had no opinion of dolls, and had let the one bought for her at Sydney be thrown overboard by the ship’s monkey. “That was cruel!” said Lily, fondling her black-eyed specimen. “She could not feel,” reasoned Lena, with contempt. “I don’t know,” said Lily, knitting her brows. “It’s not _all_ make believe! I do love my Rosamunda Rowena, and she loves me, and I shall tell her not to be jealous of this dear Betsinda. For, do you know, when Rosamunda was ill in the Red Sea, father carried her up and down on deck, and made her a dear little deck chair.” “But she is not alive. She _couldn’t_ be,” sighed Lena. “I like my Ben and my kangaroo! Oh, I do want to go back to my kangaroo!” “And does Lily want to go back to her riki-tiki?” asked Lily’s father, lifting a little girl on each knee, so that they might be _vis-à-vis_, when certainly his own had the advantage in beauty, as she answered, leaning against him, “Granny’s better than riki-tiki!” For which pretty speech some of the ladies gave her much credit; but her father, with a tender arm round her, said, “Ah! you are a sentimental little pussy-cat! Is anything here as good as Carrigaboola? Eh, Lena?” But Lena resolutely shook her carrots; but kept silence, while Bernard turned over the leaves of a great book of natural history, till as a page was displayed with a large kangaroo under a blue-gum tree, with a yellow wattle tree beside him, her lips quivered, her face puckered, and she burst into an uncontrollable fit of crying; “Oh! I want to go home, home! Sister, Sister, take me home!” Angela was in a minute beside her, took her within loving arms, and carried her off. CHAPTER XXIV—CRUEL LAWYERS