"Mother, the Floweret says Auntie A. swears it isn't hers. She'll have to give it up."
"But is it Lady Shard's?" asked Mrs. Romilly.
"Miss Ashington appeared uncertain as to that--indeed she was a little confused----"
"She always is," Adrian interrupted.
"Hush, Addie; let Miss Chance tell me what was said."
"It really was not easy to gather her opinion, dear Mrs. Romilly, because it seemed that Miss Ashington had been administering a decoction of herbs--I think on Adrian's advice--to the spaniel. She was anxious and perturbed as she thought the poor dog was suffering."
"Oh, laurel water! My only aunt, what a priceless situation!" murmured Adrian, and collapsed on the grass.
"I hope he won't die," said Crow, anxiously.
"What did Addie advise?" inquired her mother.
Christobel was careful.