`No! Well, you must make up to her.'

`And so--you have to forgive her a lot of things.'

`What do you have to forgive her, my boy?'

`I dunno. When she seems shallow, you have to remember she's never had anybody to bring her deeper side out. And she's fearfully fond of me.'

`Anybody can see that.'

`But you know, mother--she's--she's different from us. Those sort of people, like those she lives amongst, they don't seem to have the same principles.'

`You mustn't judge too hastily,' said Mrs Morel.

But he seemed uneasy within himself.

In the morning, however, he was up singing and larking round the house.

`Hello!' he called, sitting on the stairs. `Are you getting up?'

`Yes,' her voice called faintly.

`Merry Christmas!' he shouted to her.

Her laugh, pretty and tinkling, was heard in the bedroom. She did not come down in half an hour.

`Was she really getting up when she said she was?' he asked of Annie.

`Yes, she was,' replied Annie.

He waited awhile, then went to the stairs again.

`Happy New Year,' he called.

`Thank you, Chubby dear!' came the laughing voice, far away.

`Buck up!' he implored.

It was nearly an hour, and still he was waiting for her. Morel, who always rose before six, looked at the clock.

`Well, it's a winder!' he exclaimed.

The family had breakfasted, all but William. He went to the foot of the stairs.

`Shall I have to send you an Easter egg up there?' he called, rather crossly. She only laughed. The family expected, after that time of preparation, something like magic. At last she came, looking very nice in a blouse and skirt.

`Have you really been all this time getting ready?' he asked.

`Chubby dear! That question is not permitted, is it, Mrs Morel?'

She played the grand lady at first. When she went with William to chapel, he in his frock coat and silk hat, she in her furs and London-made costume, Paul and Arthur and Annie expected everybody to bow