"I wasn't," says Tommy, promptly, in whom the inborn instinct of self-defence has been largely developed. "It's true. Nurse says she has a voice like a cow. Is that true?" turning, unabashed to Dysart.
"She's expected at the Castle, next week. You shall come up and judge for yourself," says he, laughing. "And," turning to Joyce, "you will come, too, I hope."
"It is manners to wait to be asked," returns she, smiling.
"Oh, as for that," says he, "Lady Baltimore crossed last night with me and her husband. And here is a letter for you." He pulls a note of the cocked hat order out of one of his pockets.
CHAPTER IV.
"Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply."
"An invitation from Lady Baltimore," says Joyce, looking at the big red crest, and coloring slightly.
"Yes."