238 'airy FAIRY LILIAN,'
' Mr. Musgrave is your cousin ? ' Mabel asks, turn¬
ing to LiHan.
' No, I am her son,' says Taffy; ' you wouldn't
think it-—would you ? She is a good deal older than
she looks, but she gets herself up wonderfully. She is
not a bad mother,' reflectively, 'when one comes to
think of it.'
' I daresay if you spoke the truth you woiUd confess
her your guardian angel,' says Mabel, letting a kindly
glance fall on pretty LiHan. ' She takes care of you,
' And such care,' answers LiHan; ' but for me I do
beiieve Taffy would have gone to the bad long ago.'
'" Taffy! " what a cmious name. So quaint—and
pretty too, I think. May I,' -with a qiuck frrepres-
sible glance, that is half fun, half natural coquetry,
' call you, Taffy ?'
' You may call me anything you Hke,' returns that
young gentleman with the utmost bonhomie;
" CaU me Daphne, call me Chloria,
Call me Lalage, or Doris,
Only—only—call me thine ! "'
' It is really mortifying that I can't,' says Mrs.
Steyne, while she and the others all laugh.
' Sir,' says Tom Steyne,' I would have you remember
the lady you are addressing is my wife.'
Says Taffy, reproachfully:
'Do you think I don't remember it—to my
They have got down to dinner and as fin: as the
fish by this time, so are all feeling friendly and good-
' Tell you what you'll do, Mab,' says Guy. ' You
shall come over here next week to stay with us, and
bring baby and nurse -with you,—and Tom, whether he
likes it or not. We can give him as much good
shooting as will cure him of his laziness.'
'Yes, Mabel, indeed you must,' breaks in Lady