before I don't know when,--and was walking up with Mr. Gabriel while Dan stayed behind to see to things. I kept them talking, and Mr. Gabriel was sparkling with fun, for he'd got to feeling acquainted, and it had put him in high spirits to get ashore at this hour, though he liked the sea, and we were all laughing, when Dan came up. Now I must confess I hadn't fancied Mr. Gabriel over and above; I suppose my first impression had hardened into a prejudice; and after I'd fathomed the meaning of Faith's fine feathers I liked him less than ever. But when Dan came up, he joined right in, gay and hearty, and liking his new acquaintance so much, that, thinks I, he must know best, and I'll let him look out for his interests himself. It would 'a' been no use, though, for Dan to pretend to beat the Frenchman at his own weapons,--and I don't know that I should have cared to have him. The older I grow, the less I think of your mere intellect; throw learning out of the scales, and give me a great, warm heart,--like Dan's. Well, it was getting on in the evening, when the latch lifted, and in ran Faith. She twisted my ear-rings out of her hair, exclaiming,-- "Oh, Georgie, are you busy? Can't you perse my ears now?" "Pierce them yourself, Faith." "Well, pierce, then. But I can't,--you know I can't. Won't you now, Georgie?" and she tossed the ear-rings into my lap. "Why, Faith," said I, "how'd you contrive to wear these, if your ears aren't"-- "Oh, I tied them on. Come now, Georgie!" So I got the ball of yarn and the darning-needle. "Oh, not such a big one!" cried she. "Perhaps you'd like a cambric needle," said I. "I don't want a winch," she pouted. "Well, here's a smaller one. Now kneel down." "Yes, but you wait a moment, till I screw up my courage." "No need. You can talk, and I'll take you at unawares." So Faith knelt down, and I got all ready. "And what shall I talk about?" said she. "About Aunt Rhody, or Mr. Gabriel, or--I'll tell you the queerest thing, Georgie! Going to now?" "Do be quiet, Faith, and not keep your head flirting about so!"--for she'd started up to speak. Then she composed herself once more. "What was I saying? Oh, about that. Yes, Georgie, the queerest thing! You see, this evening, when Dan was out, I was sitting talkin' with Mr. Gabriel, and he was wondering how I came to be dropped down here, so I told him all about it. And he was so interested that I went and showed him the things I had on when Dan found me,--you know they've been kept real nice. And he took them, and looked them over, close, admiring them, and--and--admiring me,--and finally he started, and then held the frock to the light, and then lifted a little plait, and in the under side of the belt-lining there was a name very finely wrought,--Virginie des Violets; and he looked at all the others, and in some hidden corner of every one was the initials of the same name,--V. des V. "'That should be your name, Mrs. Devereux,' says he.