"My dear, she is worth a fortune to us!" cried Mr Wallace rapturously. "She understands children, and they understand her; the girlies will be as good as gold under her care. I'll tell Spencer to bring round the carriage and send her home in state, and to-morrow afternoon without fail you must strike a bargain with Mistress Bridgie!" CHAPTER SIXTEEN. VIVA'S STORY. Pixie drove home in state, so puffed up with her own importance that it was a distinct blow to find the curtains comfortably drawn, and hear the echo of laughter from the drawing-room. In all the books which she had ever read, candles were left burning in the windows to guide the footsteps of wanderers from the fold, to say nothing of bellmen parading the streets, and anxious relatives rushing from one police station to another. Here, however, all was peace and contentment, and, incredible as it appeared, no one seemed to have been the least agitated about her prolonged absence. Bridgie was perched on a stool in the centre of the fire rug, relating the history of the day's shopping to the three brothers, and she nodded cheerily at the little sister as she entered, and saluted her with unconcerned composure. "Well, dear, here you are! Tired after your long day?" Pixie sank down on the corner of the sofa, and yawned with a nonchalant air. If there was one thing which she loved above everything else in the world, it was to make an impression and be the centre of attraction, and it was not likely that she was going to let slip such an opportunity as the present. "'Deed I'm not tired," she said genially. "Carriage exercise was always more to my fancy than walking about the streets. If we'd been meant to walk, wouldn't we have had four legs the same as the horses, and if we haven't, doesn't it show that they were meant to do it for us? So when he said the butler should get me the carriage, it wasn't likely I was going to refuse, and up I drove to the very door!" Jack stopped short in the middle of crossing the room, Pat peered round the corner of his chair and twinkled with mischievous enjoyment, Bridgie's eyes opened as wide as saucers. "Which door? What carriage? What romance are ye telling me? Haven't you been with Sylvia since I left you?" "'Deed I have not. What made you fancy I had?" "There was nowhere else to go, and you had not come home. I made certain you were with Sylvia!" "It's a bad thing to be certain about what you don't know. If any mischief had happened to me, it would be annoying to you to remember how you were laughing with your back to the fire, while I was run over in the street, and having my legs sawed off at the hospital." Jack frowned at that, and put a quick question.