By Berwen Banks

"With many thanks to you also, "I remain, "Yours truly, "CARADOC WYNNE."

"Isn't it a shame, Beauty," said Gwen. "Just as I was beginning to

make a favourable impression upon him, too! There must have been

something in the letter Bob took up to him this morning."

"Oh, of course," said her father; "fine young fellow--very!"

"Awfully handsome, I call him," said Winifred; "such a sparkle in his

eyes!"

"Beauty wasn't smitten," said Gwen.

"On the contrary, she was so smitten she fainted," said Winnie; "you

are still rather pale, dear. Papa, wouldn't it be a jolly day for a

picnic by the Ithon?"

"Yes," said the Colonel; "bring your lunch down in the brake, and we'll

light a fire by the carn, and broil the fish, for I am sure we shall

get a basketful to-day--eh! eh! Cecil?"

"Yes--and the drive will do Miss Powell good," said the lad, who was in

good spirits from having so easily got rid of Cardo.

And after breakfast they all drove off to the picnic, and Cardo's

arrival and his departure were forgotten by all save one.