"Georgie"
man, but at this moment we were interrupted by a sudden uproar coming from the hall. A banging and clattering and shrieking and bumping, followed instantly by shouts of happy laughter, broke upon our ears. I gazed at her in amazed inquiry.
"That," said she quietly, "is only Georgie. He is tobogganing down the stairs with a tea-tray—and Miss Gale."
"Miss Gale?"
"The American girl who is staying here. They seem to be enjoying themselves. They have piled all the fur rugs into a heap at the bottom of the stairs. You must have noticed them when you came through."
I hadn't, and I gazed at Anne for some seconds in silent reflection. Her brown eyes were calm and unperturbed. Didn't she mind Georgie's curious behavior, I wondered? Or was she so sure of him as to feel that this kind of thing did not matter? Before I could decide, Georgie's mother came in to us, large and
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