Herbert mentally voted his cousin a bumptious brat of a girl. Eustace began to wish Nesta would stop showing off so palpably—it seemed small and silly.
They passed an interesting looking door, and Nesta at once said,—
"Oh, we're missing one. That must be the library, because of the double doors and the carved owl over them. Do let's go in."
"Can't," said Herbert, glad to show some superior knowledge at least of the ways of the house if not of its contents. "Grandfather is always there all morning, and no one ever disturbs him."
"That portrait over there is our great-great-grandfather," said Brenda in the dining-room.
"No," said Nesta, shaking her head; "one more great. Great-great-great-grandfather, Eustace Chase."
Brenda flushed with annoyance.
"Well, I really think I ought to know," she said, "considering I've lived here all my life.—It is only great-great, isn't it, Herbert?"
Herbert looked worried.
"No, it is three greats," he said grudgingly.