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Show 16 Glib 1Rose ant> Stiller Ba £acb fading at last into luminous mist, the colour Glne!Scn of the stars. When the light had quite died " out, Madame Bernard spoke. "A passing soul," she sighed. "A kiss," breathed Rose, dreamily. "Star-dust!" laughed Isabel. '! II II Wlelcome lbome "GREAT news, my dears, great news!" cried Madame Bernard, gaily waving an open letter as she came into the room where Rose was sewing and Isabel experimenting with a new coiffure. "I'll give you three guesses!" "Somebody coming for a visit?" asked Isabel. ''Wrong!" "Somebody coming, but not for a visit?" queried Rose. "You're getting warmer." "How can anybody come, if not for a visit?" inquired Isabel, mildly perplexed. "That is, unless it's a messenger?" "The old Kent house is to be opened," said Madame, "and we're to open it. At last we shall have neighbours!" "How exciting," Rose answered. She did not wholly share the old lady's pleasure, and wondered with a guilty consciousness of the long hours she spent at her music, whether Aunt Francesca had been lonely. I7 Somt. bo:>li!'t (!omlng |
