"I knew for certain," said Nesta.
Brenda allowed Herbert to take up the rôle of conductor awhile. Nesta was getting on her nerves. But presently, in the smaller drawing-room, they all came to a standstill in front of the picture of a beautiful little brown-haired girl.
"That was Aunt Dorothy when she was little," said Brenda very low.
Nesta knew this also, but she said nothing for once.
Herbert led the way out of the house in silence.
Out of doors Nesta displayed just the same irritating certainty of things. The sun-dial she noticed from a distance.
"That has 'Sic transit vita' on it," she said hurriedly, lest she should be forestalled. "Oh, and that tank is the little well place mother fell into when she was Becky's age."
But she received a check later.
"The good old swing and the giant's stride," she said with enthusiasm.
"No—new ones," said Herbert with satisfaction; "the old ones were rotten, and these were put up for us."