"You're a thorough little woman," said Mr. Graham emphatically. "Don't you make any mistake about it. You're mass of contradiction and moods."
Harebell's under-lip quivered.
In moment Mr. Graham altered his tone.
"My dear child, you'll enjoy both your young friends. And now listen to an idea that has just come into my head!"
Harebell brightened up and clapped her hands.
"There! That's how you used to speak on board! And your ideas were always lovely."
"I know what a daring little rider you were in India. Supposing I were to produce a small pony from somewhere, do you think your aunt would give him a home in her stable?"
Of course Harebell went into ecstasies. She danced up and down and flung her arms round Mr. Graham's neck.
"Oh, you darling! Oh, what a glorious idea! Oh, let me call Aunt Diana at once!"
"No, no; I am a prudent man. I will talk to her about it when you are not here."