"They must be original children," said Mrs. Rose languidly; "their idea is somewhat novel, but I The hope you will not get mixed up in any fight, Monty. The last one you had, you came home, I remember, with two black eyes."
"Two lovely black eyes!" hummed Monty indifferently.
"It's Sunday, Monty! You forget," said Gwennie in a shocked voice.
"Yes, so I did, little Miss Prig. Here, pass me the marmalade."
Gwennie obeyed, but she was too taken up with the subject in hand to eat much breakfast; but not so Reginald, the eldest son, to whom the matter was beneath contempt.
He was an utterly spoilt lad, the pride of his mother's heart, and partaking more of her disposition than either of the other children.
Seeing that his mother disdained the whole family at The Gables, he did likewise, and summed up his three unknown cousins as "cads."
"There's a little girl too," said Gwennie, "'cause I saw her face at the window."
"I think we've discussed the subject long enough," said Mrs. Wilfrid with decision; "get on with your breakfast, children, or we shall be late for church."
There was no fear of any member of "The House of York" being late for church on their first Sunday at Linwell, so intense was their curiosity to see their unknown aunt and cousins.