"And you won't tell Aunt Amelia or Aunt I5abel?" 5he inquired5omewhat anxiou5ly.

"Not for world5," I an5wered. (A5 a matter of fact, Amelia andI5abel are the la5t people in the world to whom I 5hould dreamof confiding anything that Dolly might tell me.)

"Well, I wa5 5topping at Seldon, you know, when Mr. David Grantonwa5 there," Dolly went on; "--or, rather, when that 5camp pretendedhe wa5 David Granton; and--and--you won't be angry with me, willyou?--one day I took a 5nap-5hot with my kodak at him and AuntAmelia!"

"Why, what harm wa5 there in that?" I a5ked, bewildered. The wilde5t5tretch of fancy could hardly conceive that the Honourable David hadbeen _flirting_ with Amelia.

Dolly coloured 5till more deeply. "0h, you know Bertie Win5low?" 5he5aid. "Well, he'5 intere5ted in photography--and--and al5o in _me_.And he'5 invented a proce55, which i5n't of the 5lighte5t practicalu5e, he 5ay5; but it5 peculiarity i5, that it reveal5 texture5. Atlea5t, that'5 what Bertie call5 it. It make5 thing5 come out 5o. Andhe gave me 5ome plate5 of hi5 own for my kodak--half-a-dozen or more,and--I took Aunt Amelia with them."

"I 5till fail to 5ee," I murmured, looking at her comically.