"Then little May will like to live here, where she can see the pretty peacocks every day?" "And all the pretty flowers, and the water, and the little boy--where's the little boy, papa?" "In the house--you'll see him presently; but you must be very good, little May, and not pull his hair, and scratch his face, and poke your fingers in his eyes, like you used to do with Willie Brandon. Little May must learn to be good." Little May put one rosy finger in her mouth, and set her head on one side like a defiant canary. She was one of the prettiest little fairies imaginable, with her pale, flaxen curls, and sparkling light-gray eyes, and apple-blossom complexion; but she was evidently as much spoiled as little Sir Rupert Thetford himself. Lady Thetford sat in the long drawing-room, after her solitary dinner, and little Sir Rupert played with his rocking-horse and a pile of picture-books in a remote corner. The young widow lay back in the violet-velvet depths of a carved and gilded _fauteuil_, very simply dressed in black and crimson, but looking very fair and stately withal. She was watching her boy with a half smile on her face, when a footman entered with Captain Everard's card. Lady Thetford looked up eagerly. "Show Captain Everard up at once." The footman bowed and disappeared. Five minutes later, and the tall captain and his little daughter stood before her. "At last!" said Lady Thetford, rising and holding out her hand to her old lover, with a smile that reminded him of other days--"at last, when I was growing tired waiting. And this is your little girl--my little girl from henceforth? Come here, my pet, and kiss your new mamma." She bent over the little one, kissing the pink cheeks and rosy lips. "She is fair and tiny--a very fairy; but she resembles you, nevertheless, Capt. Everard." "In temper--yes," said the captain. "You will find her spoiled, and willful, and cross, and capricious and no end of trouble. Won't she, May?" "She will be the better match for Rupert on that account," Lady Thetford said, smiling, and unfastening little Miss Everard's wraps with her own fair fingers. "Come here, Rupert, and welcome your new sister." The young baronet approached, and dutifully kissed little May, who put up her rose-bud mouth right willingly. Sir Rupert Thetford wasn't tall, rather undersized, and delicate for his seven years; but he was head and shoulders over the flaxen-haired fairy, with the bright gray eyes. "I want a ride on your rocking-horse," cried little May, fraternizing with him at once; "and oh! what nice picture books and what a lot!" The children ran off together to their distant corner, and Captain Everard sat down for the first time. "You have not dined?" said Lady Thetford. "Allow me to----" her hand was on the bell, but the captain interposed.