Eden, and turned into their homeward path.
Lily at first seemed disposed to be silent, and Miss Weston therefore
amused herself with listening to the chatter of the little girls as
they walked on before them.
'There are only thirty-six days to the holidays,' said Phyllis; 'Ada
and I keep a paper in the nursery with the account of the number of
days. We shall be so glad when Claude, and Maurice, and Redgie come
home.'
'Are they not very boisterous?' said Marianne.
'Not Maurice,' said Phyllis.
'No, indeed,' said Lily, 'Maurice is like nobody else. He takes up
some scientific pursuit each time he comes home, and cares for
nothing else for some time, and then quite forgets it. He is an odd-
looking boy too, thick and sturdy, with light flaxen hair, and dark,
overhanging eyebrows, and he makes the most extraordinary grimaces.'
'And Reginald?' said Alethea.
'Oh! Redgie is a noble-looking fellow. But just eleven, and taller
than Jane. His complexion so fair, yet fresh and boyish, and his
eyes that beautiful blue that Ada's are--real blue. Then his hair,
in dark brown waves, with a rich auburn shine. The old knights must
have been just like Redgie.
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