"You mean Brian, I suppose," answered Ida, smiling. "He's our cousin."
"Oh, of course," answered the visitor. "I remember now. Ormond—that is, your brother—told me so. Seaton is a fine chap; he plays in our football team."
"Yes, I know," chimed in Elsie, who always liked to hear Brian praised. "He's 'inside right.'"
The visitor began to feel more at home with the girls.
"The best of Seaton is he doesn't stick on side," he continued. "You know what I mean—isn't conceited. Most fellows are when they get their cap. I wonder if I shall ever play in the first team."
"I expect you will, some day," answered Ida kindly.
"D'you really think so?" inquired Master Naylor. "I'm not very big," he continued, surveying himself in a neighbouring looking-glass, with rather a wistful look; "but I'm growing," he added with more confidence.
At that moment Mrs. Ormond entered the room, and a few minutes later the company sat down to tea.
"Mother, may we go out to the garden?" asked Guy.
"Why, it's quite dark outside," was the reply. "Can't you play indoors?"