"And you know that I am too sensible to worry. I promise to be duly anxious when the time comes, but I really can't agitate myself about lions' jaws in an English lane, or feel apprehensive of any more savage assault, than we shall receive at the vicarage if you persist in dawdling along at this rate! It's very kind of you to make an exception in my favour, but it's an honour I could have done very well without. It's a poor thing, I must say, to come home from India, and have old friends begging you to settle down among them, and then immediately turning round and saying, `I'm off to Africa!' as if your presence in the same hemisphere was more than they could bear. You are a champion wet blanket, Rob! Your items of good news are calculated to drive your friend into melancholy madness. I hope Mellicent's disclosures will be of a more agreeable nature, or I shall be sorry I came out at all." "I _do_ love to see you in a temper, Mariquita. You are a capital little spitfire. Go on abusing me, do! You can't think how I enjoy it!" returned Rob promptly; which request, needless to say, was sufficient to seal Miss Peggy's lips until the vicarage gate was reached. Two eager faces appeared pressed against a window, and Mrs Asplin and Mellicent hurried out into the hall to greet their visitors and escort them into the schoolroom with an air of suppressed excitement. Tea was laid on the centre table in the old-time fashion which Peggy approved, and the vicar was standing before the empty grate, trying to look dignified and proper, with the most comical expression of amusement twitching his long lean face and twinkling out of his eyes. "What do you think?" began Mrs Asplin tragically, seating herself in state in an old armchair and endeavouring to keep up an imposing front, despite the fact that the absence of the fourth castor sent her tilting first to one side and then to the other. "_What_ do you think we have got to show you in the drawing-room?" "What do you think? What do you think?" echoed Mellicent all in one breath; and the two visitors glanced at each other in mischievous amusement. These dear, simple-minded people so intensely enjoyed their little mysteries and excitements that it would be cruel indeed not to indulge them. Rob ruffled his locks and frowned bewilderment, while Peggy rolled her eyes to the ceiling and cried: "I've _no_ idea, but don't tell; let me guess it! Animal or mineral?" "Animal." "Fine or superfine?" "Not fair! Not fair! You can only put questions that can be answered by `Yes' or `No.'" "How strict you are, to be sure! Well, then, is it mineral? No! Vegetable? No! Animal? Yes! Ornamental? It _must_ be ornamental, or you wouldn't be so proud of it!" Mellicent and her mother looked at one another and queried with uplifted eyebrows. The girl formed a vigorous "No!" The woman smiled indulgently and said: