“Yes, now we know,” said Rachel, slowly. She and Diana were still standing by the glass case containing the model of the Acropolis of Athens.
They both glanced quickly at Mr. Sheston, but his face was quite grave as he looked at his watch.
“I think it’s time to go to my house for tea,” he said. “I expect you’re tired?”
The children glanced at one another now, and smiled.
“We ought to be—because we’ve been away about four days, really,” whispered Diana, lingering a moment after Mr. Sheston turned to go.
“And yet I expect it wasn’t even four minutes!” was Rachel’s hurried answer.
A week from the day on which the children had seen Athens, sat through the Olympic Games, returned to the British Museum and had tea with Mr. Sheston—they were both in Aunt Hester’s drawing-room.
Rachel’s father and mother were also there, and the following morning she and Diana were to return with them to the Seven Gables.
“Rachel looks in the seventh heaven of delight!” remarked Aunt Hester, glancing with a smile at her niece, who sat on the arm of her father’s chair.