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 immediately visualized, instead, an elder sister of Norvell, a middle-aged maiden lady, with eye-glasses and a determined air.

"An' there's something," Fen went on hastily and rather shyly, "that I did want to ask you about, because I think you'd know. My Auntie saw me ever so long ago, when I was quite little, you know; she—never saw me after I was—like this; an' I don't know whether she knows, or not. Do you—suppose she could like me, just the same?"

He stopped, with his cheeks flaming, and Siddereticus patted his hand.

"You needn't worry yourself about that, my Fen," he said; "if she's the right sort of an Auntie, it won't make a bit of difference—in fact, she'll love you all the more."

Early that afternoon a big yawl spread her sails, swinging out of the lagoon with