“No,” said Van Tromp, “not again. She is a devilish odd girl, though, mind you that.”
“But I cannot stomach the man with the carbuncles,” thought the Squire.
And this is why there is a new household and a brand-new baby in Naseby Dower House; and why the great Van Tromp lives in pleasant style upon the shores of England; and why twenty-six individual copies of the Thymebury Star are received daily at the door of Naseby House.