She laughed, and her laugh was so infectious that even the Admiral joined in it, though he hardly approved of such audacious sentiments being aired.
Major Urquhart insisted upon going back with her to complete his work.
"He's quite infatuated," the Admiral said, turning to his daughter.
"Yes," said Sidney, "aren't we all? She is charmingly natural and original. Don't you think so?"
"No," said the Admiral gruffly. "I've seen a good many of that stamp in my time."
Sidney shook her head at him.
"We shall see a good deal of her, I prophesy; so we will be prepared to like her."
"We shan't see much of her. Ted will."
Sidney said no more. She was strangely anxious to like this new arrival; but as time went on her views changed, and one afternoon she arrived at Monica's farm with a depressed little furrow on her usually smooth forehead.
She found Monica in her store room, packing up some honeycomb from her bees to go to London. Sidney swung herself up on an empty shelf, and began: