"No; but my meals were very plain. I didn't dare to eat as much as I would have liked."
"And I suppose that horrid man has gone off with your money?" said Beatrice, indignantly.
"Yes, miss."
"Her name isn't miss," said little Herbert. "It's Beatrice."
"Herbert is right," said Beatrice, smiling. "I am not a young lady yet—I am only twelve."
"Then," said our hero, who was fast getting to feel at home in his new surroundings, "as I am not a young gentleman yet, I suppose you will call me Frank."
"I will call you Frank," said Herbert.
"Then I suppose I must do so to be in fashion," said Beatrice, laughing.
"I certainly don't look like a young gentleman in these dirty clothes," said our hero. "Perhaps Herbert will lend me a suit?"