"You must have danced every dance," I said, admiringly. "We sat out one or two that are down," said Eleanor; "and No. 21 was supper, but I danced all the rest." "There was one man you danced several times with," I said, "but I couldn't make out his name. It looks as if it began with a G." "Oh, it's not his real name," said Eleanor. "It's the one he says you used to call him by. One reason why I liked him, Margery dear, was because he said he had been so fond of you. You were such a dear little thing, he said. I told him the locket and chain were in good preservation." "Was it Mr. George?" I cried, with so much energy that Aunt Theresa (who slept next door) heard us, and knocked on the wall to bid us go to sleep. "We're just going to," Eleanor shouted, and added in lower tones, to me, "Yes, it was Captain Abercrombie. Colonel Buller introduced him to me. He is so nice, and so delightfully fond of dogs and of you, Margery." "Shall I see him?" I asked. "I should like to see him again. He was very good to me when I was little." "Oh yes," said Eleanor. "It was curious his being in the neighbourhood; for the 202nd is in Dublin, you know. And, Margery, he says he has an uncle in Yorkshire. He----" "Girls! girls!" cried Aunt Theresa; and we went to sleep. Soon after we returned from our visit to the Bullers, Eleanor and I resolved to prove the benefit we had reaped from Aunt Theresa's instructions by making ourselves some dresses of an inexpensive stuff that we bought for the purpose. How well I remember the pattern! A flowering creeper, which followed a light stem upwards through yard after yard of the material. We had picked to pieces certain old bodies which fitted us fairly, and our first work was to lay these patterns upon the new stuff, with weights on them, and so to cut out our new bodies as easily as Matilda (whose directions we were following) had prophesied that we should. When these and the sleeves were accomplished (and they looked most business-like), we began upon the skirts. We cut the back and the front breadths, and duly "sloped" the latter. Then came the gores. We folded the breadths into three parts; we took a third at one end, and two-thirds at the other, and folded the slope accordingly. It became quite exciting. "Who would have thought it was so easy?" said I. Eleanor was almost prone upon the table, cutting the gores with large scissors which made a thoroughly sempstress-like squeak. "The higher education fades from my view with every snip," she said, laughing. "Upon my word, Margery, I begin to believe this sort of thing _is_ our vocation. It is great fun, and there is absolutely no brain wear and tear."