"Hazelnook. Wouldn't you like to see it?"
"No," said Sarah, shortly.
"There!" said May on her return to the library, "isn't that pretty?"
"Very," said the General, looking critically at the flowers held up for his inspection. "Where did you learn to put posies together so neatly?"
"I didn't learn," said May, blithely. "Such things are natural to girls, didn't you know that?"
"So I supposed; but I didn't know boys shared that faculty."
"Oh, Uncle Harold," cried the young culprit with a desperate attempt to change the subject, "when does my training begin?"
"At once, my boy, at once!" replied the delighted disciplinarian.
May began to feel sorry that she had mentioned the training, surrounded as it was by mystery, but it was too late to recall her words.
The General said, "Come," and they left the house together.