"Are you sure you were warm enough all the time?" Mrs. Randall questioned anxiously.
"Oh, yes, as warm as toast," said Jack, laughing. "They wrapped me all up in the laprobe driving home—and see this pretty silk handkerchief. The lord tied it around my neck for fear I should be cold."
"The lord?" repeated Mrs. Randall, looking very much puzzled.
"Why, yes, the lord that owns the yacht—and isn't it funny, mother, he's the same lord that's coming to stay at Dr. Bell's. He said he hoped he should see me again, and I hope so too, for he is the nicest gentleman I ever met."
"Mother," said Jack an hour later, when his mother was putting him to bed, "do you know, I'm more glad than I ever was before that I'm an English boy."
"Why?" his mother asked, smiling.
"Because when I grow up I shall be an Englishman, and I do think Englishmen are very splendid. I like Dr. Bell, and Mr. Hamilton, and a good many other American gentlemen, but I never saw any one quite so splendid as that lord."
Mrs. Randall laughed.
"You enthusiastic little hero worshiper," she said. "What was the lord's name, by the way?"
"I don't know," said Jack; "Lulu just called him 'your lordship.' They might have names like other people, I suppose."