"May," replied Janet.
"May? What a nice little flowery sort of title. Well, I want you to come and spend the day with me, May."
"My name is Janet May."
"It's all the same, I expect. Now, Miss Patience, may I take these two sweet children to Eastcliff? I'll promise to have them back under your sheltering wings by nine o'clock this evening."
Miss Patience hesitated for a moment, but Lady Kathleen Peterham was not a person to be lightly offended.
"It is very kind of you," she said, "and also most natural that you should wish to have your niece with you. But Janet——"
"Oh, come, come," said Lady Kathleen, with a hearty laugh, "I want to have them both, dear children. Run upstairs, now, both of you, and make yourselves as smart as smart can be. While the girls are getting ready, you and I can have a little talk, Patience. Run, my loves, run, make yourselves scarce."
Bridget and Janet both left the room. All the crossness had now disappeared from Janet's face. She was in high good humor, and even condescended to link her hand inside Bridget's arm as they mounted the stairs to their bedrooms.
Janet had very quiet and very good taste in dress.