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Rh who was n't white. I suppose it is just a prejudice of mine."

"That's all it is, and a very silly one, too," her husband assented; "if you had lived in India as the rest of us have, you would not feel so."

The talk turned on Indian ways and habits, and then in came Moti clapping her hands in delight.

"What do you think, Mamma?" she cried. "I 've been seeing the puppies and the cat and kittens, and Bobby has given me all the kittens, and one puppy;—a black one with tan spots!"

"The hatchet is buried, indeed," remarked Mr. Fane to his cousin, the Colonel.

"My dear Moti, it is time we went upstairs and changed our frocks," said her mother quietly.

The moon was shining peacefully into Bobby's room that night, when he saw a small, white figure come in at the open