"I have no right to think you anything, for I do not know you; but you give me that impression."
"I dare say I am; nor do I see why I should object to be so considered."
Here Cecil, who got tired of a conversation from which he could gather nothing, put in his oar: "Are you Mr. Errington?"
"I am. How do you know my name?"
"I saw you going out with the Colonel to the meet—oh, a long while ago! And Miss Richards and nurse were talking about you."
"They said you had a real St. Bernard dog—one that gets the people out of the snow," cried Charlie. "Will you let him come here? I want to see him."
"You had better come and pay him a visit."
"Oh yes, thank you!" exclaimed Cis. "Auntie will take us, perhaps. Auntie will take us to the sea-side, and then we shall bathe, and go in boats, and learn to row."
"Cis, run with me to that big tree at the foot of the hill. Auntie will carry the basket," cried Charlie, and the next moment they were off.