"No, they're boys. We're called the United Kingdom. Puggy is England, and Dawn is Ireland, and I'm Scotland. Dawn is named after the picture we saw to-day."
"I'll take you to your hotel," said Mr. Bolland. "We won't have a cab. The fog is clearing, and it is not far from here."
So Christina wished Mrs. Bolland good-bye, and promised her she would come again if she could, and then taking hold of Mr. Bolland's hand, she was piloted across several streets, and finally reached the hotel just at the time when her father, with a very worried face, was making inquiries about her in the entrance hall.
It appeared that neither Puggy nor Dawn had returned. Mr. Maclahan thanked the old gentleman warmly for bringing his little daughter back. He took her up at once to their private sitting-room, where her stepmother was having a cup of tea.
"It is really most culpable of Blanche to let these three children go out alone," said Mr. Maclahan sharply.
"Yes," his wife responded, "I suppose it is; but Puggy can generally be trusted to look after himself."
"I don't doubt that, but he cannot be trusted to look after Christina."
"Don't be hard on him. Tina seems the most capable of the three, for she has come back first."
"I expect," said Christina with anxious eyes, "that they're looking for me all this time. We lost each other in the fog. They got in front of me, and I lost them."
Mr. Maclahan left the room.