‘We must be going,’ he said.  ’Come along, girls.  I’ve got the parcel.  Thank you,’ he added to Mrs. Fairchild, ‘and good-morning.’

Alie and Biddy turned to follow him.  But first they shook hands with Celestina and her mother.

‘I’m so sorry,’ said Biddy, ‘not to see the dolls’ room.  Wouldn’t Rough wait a minute, Alie?’

‘No,’ the elder sister replied.  ’We’ve been out a good while and there’s no reason for waiting now the parcel’s ready.’

‘Well I’ll come again.  You’ll let me, won’t you?’ said Bride, and not content with shaking hands, she held up her round rosy mouth for a kiss.

‘Bless you, love,’ kind Mrs. Fairchild could not resist saying, as she stooped to her.

‘She is a very nice mamma, isn’t she, Alie?’ said Biddy with satisfaction, when they found themselves out in the street again.

‘Yes,’ said Rosalys.  But she spoke rather absently.  She was wondering what made Bridget so nice sometimes, and sometimes so very tiresome and heedless.

’I wonder if it would have been better for her if she was more like that little Celestina,’ she thought.  ’I’m sure they’re very strict with her, and yet I’m sure she’s very fond of her mother and very obedient.  But it must be rather a dull life for a little girl, only she seems so womanly; as if she really felt she was useful.’

It was almost dinner-time—­their dinner-time, that is to say—­when the children reached the Rectory, and there was something of a scramble to get hands washed, hair smoothed, and thick boots changed so as to be in time and not keep papa and mamma waiting.  Randolph came into the dining-room, carrying the parcel of books.

‘Papa,’ he said, ’these are the books you told Redding to order for you—­at least there are some of them, and if they are right, or if you’ll mark down which of them are not right, Fairchild the bookseller will order what you want at once.’

‘I’ll look at them immediately after luncheon,’ Mr. Vane replied.  ’But how did they come into your hands, my boy?  Has Redding been here again?’

‘No,’ Rough explained, ‘we met him,’ and then he went on to tell the history of the morning.

’And she ‘avited us—­the little-girl-in-the-bazaar’s mother, I mean,’ Biddy hastened to add, ’to step into the parlour.  I never saw a parlour before; it’s not as nice as a droind-room, except for the dear little window up in the wall.  Couldn’t we have a little window like that in our schoolroom, mamma?  And I’m to go another day to see the room; it’s not a proper doll-house, she says; only a room, and I said I was sure I might ask her to come here, but she said I must ask my mamma first.  I thought at first she was going to be rather a cross sort of a mamma, but I don’t think she is—­do you, Alie?’

Biddy ran off this long story so fast that Mrs. Vane could only stare at her in amazement.

‘My dear Biddy!’ she said at last.  ’Alie, you were there?  You don’t mean to say that you let Bride run into the toy-shop people’s house and make friends with their children, and—­and——­’ Mrs. Vane stopped short, at a loss for words.