"Winnie Baron."
The young man whistled slowly.
"I see light at last. I know your sister, Miss Baron. You have just come down from London. I'll see you home."
He seemed as anxious now to accompany Bumps back as he had been before to get rid of her.
She was perfectly content to follow him.
"You're a keeper, I expect," she said presently. "We've got two, and I'm dreadfully frightened of Andrew, he is tho croth, he won't let us go into his wood at all. But Barker is very nithe. He has a little boy who tumbled on the fender and had to have his forehead thewn up with needle and cotton! Fanthy that! And he has the cotton in him now!"
Half-an-hour afterwards Bumps and her friend were at the hall door, and Mona came hastily forward to meet him.
"Oh, Bumps, how naughty! We have been looking for you everywhere! Where are the others?"
Then as the young man raised his hat and stepped forward, Mona held out her hand.
"Sir Henry Talbot, is it not? I met you, I think, at Mrs. Archer's the other day. How very kind of you to take pity on my small sister. Do come in. We are just going to have lunch."