Pixie ran to meet the visitors at the door, and the voice that exclaimed, "Bon jour, Mamzelle Paddy!" was in itself an augury of friendship. The next moment they were in the drawing-room, and Mrs Wallace was smilingly explaining the title. "I am sure you must have been very much surprised to hear of yesterday's interview, Miss O'Shaughnessy! `mamzelle Paddy,' as my husband has named your small sister, has made quite a conquest of my little girls, and Viva refused to be left behind when she heard where I was going. I hope you were not very anxious about her absence yesterday?" "Indeed I was not, for I took it for granted she was with some friends near by. Please sit down, and get warm. 'Twas a ridiculous idea of the child's to suppose for one moment that she could fulfil your requirements; but she's the baby of the family, and has never been thwarted, and such a kind little creature that she must try to help if there is any difficulty. It is good of you to take the trouble to come and explain, but indeed we have decided already that it is quite, quite impossible!" Mrs Wallace gave a start of consternation, and the smile faded from her lips. She looked first at Bridgie, then across the room to where Viva stood on tiptoe dragging at Pixie's sleeve, and reiterating, "Mamzelle! Mamzelle Paddy, will you come again to my nursery? Will you tell me more stories about those peoples in the lamp-posts?" "Oh, don't say it is impossible!" she said softly. "I want her to help me too, and I am so troubled about my children. Could she--could they both go into another room for a few minutes, while we talk it over together?" "Certainly they could!" Bridgie raised her voice a tone higher. "Pixie dear, go to Sylvia in the dining-room and take the little girl with you. Show her some of your treasures!" "I like cake!" remarked Viva pointedly. She skipped to the door, and stared round the hall with curious eyes. "You do live in a poky little house, don't you? My mamma's house is much bigger than your house. Where does the dining-room live? Is there a cupboard in it that you keep cake in? Is Sylvia your 'nother sister? Who is the man?" The man was none other than handsome Jack himself, who was enjoying the rare luxury of a _tete-a-tete_ with Sylvia Trevor, and was not too well pleased by this speedy interruption. He frowned when he heard the opening of the door, but when he turned round and saw the vision of pink and white and gold, he smiled in spite of himself, as most people did smile at the sight of Viva Wallace, and held out his hand invitingly. "Hallo, whom have we here?"