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Brenda, '^ ]3enny, your friend is come," — Brenda 

 ruslied to tlic windows to look out, to the doors to 

 be let out, and, witli a scream of delight, leaped 

 into ''her friend's" arms. 



She once accompanied Mrs. ]3erkeley to Mude- 

 ford from Beacon Lodge, to see me embark to join 

 Lord Malmesbury's yacht, Mrs. Berkeley leading 

 her back to Beacon Lodge, or she would have 

 swam out to the yacht ; and all the days that I 

 was away, Brenda lay at the window which opened 

 out on steps to the lawn^ and watched every dis- 

 tant sail on the sea her high position commanded. 

 Poor, dear, darling, little, sweet, sylph-like Brenda ! 

 I shall never forget the rage of a fat, pompous, 

 drab-complexioned little man, on the platform at 

 Southampton, who, on coming to get into the car- 

 riage, saw it occupied by Brenda and myself She 

 was on the seat, gracefully looking out at the 

 window, and I was on the seat opposite to her. 

 '' Heyday I "he exclaimed^ looking from side to 

 side for an official ; '' a dog in a first-class carriage I 

 This mustn't be — this won't do ! " The officials 

 knew Brenda was there, and no one attended to 

 him. I was boiling at the fool's insolent demea- 

 nour, but choked myself to silence. At last, he 



