On the study walls hung pictures of ladies in gay riding-habits, and gentlemen in scarlet coats with brass buttons, riding horses which usually seemed taking such high fences that it must have been impossible for their riders to keep their seats.
There were all sorts of trophies from the hunt, also, and crossed foils, and a case of stuffed birds, and a stag's head with enormous antlers.
But to-day she was not looking at any of these things; she was absorbed in the big book.
"Oh, Grandpapa!" she said after a while, "I wish you would tell me what all these creatures are!"
Grandpapa looked up from his writing. "What are they? Bring me your book, and let me see what you have got hold of, childie."
Ethelind brought the book over and laid it on the table beside him.
"They are the queerest pictures!" she
