"Yes; but never mind. Tell me what your secret is, Miss Thompson; I can see it is bubbling all over your face."
"Your mother says that you are looking pale, and that you may have a holiday."
Christian smiled. Her smile came gradually: at first it was just a little dimple in her left cheek; then it spread to her lips; then it filled her eyes; then a wave of color mounted to her face, and she burst into a hearty fit of laughter. But when she ceased laughing there were tears in her eyes.
"My dear," said her governess, "are you well?"
"Yes, I am quite well. So I am to have a holiday. Where shall we go?"
"Where would you like to go?"
"May we go where I like?"
"Yes; but what do you think of the Zoo?"
"Oh, I know it so well."