“It’s you and Phil!” Sœurette remarked.
“That might be,” answered Helia. “Eat in peace, and keep quiet!”
“No; tell me first what that is?” Sœurette asked, pointing to another photograph. “Barracks in a garden?”
“It’s not barracks, Sœurette; it’s the palace of the Duchess of Glanrhyd, near London.”
“Is it the doll’s palace?”
“No,” Helia said; “but the duchess gave me the doll.”
“Do you know the duchess?”
“When I was in England long ago I played in her park at a benefit for the Society for the Protection of Children and Prevention of Cruelty to the Weak.”
“Oh, what is that, tell me—the protection of children?” Sœurette demanded.
“I can’t explain to you; you would not understand.”