"I don't know, I am sure," said Lady Melville, trying to look very grave; "sometimes I think all the lessons we have failed to learn on earth will be finished in Heaven."
"Oh, dear me!" sighed Faith; and then Lady Melville laughed so brightly that Faith laughed too.
And at that minute Sir George put his head in at the door.
"We've done the stables," he said, "but after lunch there is going to be a riding lesson up and down the drive, and the pony wants to see which young lady sticks on his back in best style. Where is Carrots?"
Faith laughed gleefully.
"That's what she's always called at school. She's reading all your books in the book-room."
"I must have a look at her."
Sir George disappeared.
"Do you think you could find a name for me?" questioned Faith wistfully. "We do hate our names so?"
"Oh, I think it's the sweetest little name!" said Lady Melville. "I should be very proud of it if I had it. I think I should try to live up to it."