Miss Carr gave one of her comical grunts, "Small-pox, I should say!" she replied brusquely, then softened into a laugh at the sight of her friend's horrified face. "I see you are like most parents, Austin; all your geese are swans! Norah a genius, Lettice a beauty, and Hilary a model housewife! You seem to be in a nest of troubles, poor man; but I can't undertake to advise you until I know more of the situation. We will have a pleasant time while you are here--take Miss Consequence about, and let her see a little life; and then, as you're an old friend, I'll sacrifice myself on your behalf, and as soon as the weather is anything like warm, pay you a visit, and see how things are for myself." "My dear Helen, this is really noble of you. I know your dread of the `North Countrie,' and I assure you I appreciate your self-sacrifice. There is no one else in the world who can help me so much as you." "Well, well, I have an idea; but I won't say anything about it until I know the girls better. Would you be willing to--" "Yes, what?" "Nothing at all. What a silly old woman I am to be sure, when I had just said that I wouldn't speak of it! It's something for the good of your girls, Austin, but that's all you will hear about it until I come to Cloudsdale, and see them for myself." CHAPTER SIX. SCARLET SLIPPERS. So soon as Mr Bertrand's arrival in town became known, he was inundated with invitations of every description. To most of these it was impossible to take Hilary, but Miss Carr was indefatigable in escorting the girl to concerts and entertainments, and insisted that she should accompany her father when it was possible. "If the child is old enough to have the responsibility of a household, she is old enough to have a little enjoyment, and to make her entrance into society. She is eighteen next May, she tells me, and she is old for her age. You must certainly take her to Lady Mary's `At Home.' There will be music, and recitations, and a crowd of people--just the sort of thing to please a young girl!" Mr Bertrand shrugged his shoulders and affected to be horrified at the idea of having to take out a grown-up daughter. "It makes a man feel so old," he said, "and I know quite well I shall forget all about her when I begin talking to my old friends! However, I'll do my best. See that the child has something decent to wear, like a good soul. I'm not so short of money now as in the days when you used to send hampers to my rooms in Oxford, and I should like her to look well. She is not a beauty like Lettice, but she is a nice-looking little girl in her way, isn't she, Helen?" "Oh, I think we may give her credit for more than that. She has an exquisite complexion, and holds up her little head as if she were quite conscious of being the eldest child of a famous man. You won't be ashamed of your daughter, I promise you."