CHAPTER II.
NAN'S SHIP ARRIVES.
"I wonder why we couldn't have a swim this morning, Jean?" Nathalie stood before her mirror, arranging her pretty brown tresses which, in spite of vigorous efforts with brush and comb, would curl, and refuse to be orderly. "Of course, Aunt Helen will say it is too early in the season."
"Well, I think that is absurd. It is warm enough. 'Afric's sunny clime' is not a circumstance to it. Look out, Jean, at the sunlight on the lawn. When it has that pinkish tinge, you may be sure it's hot."
Jean peeped through the half-open shutters.
"Oh! what a sweet day. Yes, it is going to be hot, and, unless Aunt Helen objects seriously, we will surely go in."
She crossed the room and, opening the wardrobe door, took out a pretty striped cotton gown. "Warm enough for this, isn't it?"
Nathalie nodded.
In a few minutes more the girls were both in the dining room. Helen and the children were already at breakfast.
"How late you are," cried Helen, looking up from an open letter. "I wish you——"
"Never mind, dear," interrupted Nathalie. "It will all be the same a hundred years hence."