ered up in her passage from the phaeton, and strolled to the edge of the cliff, where she stood for some moments talking with her little guide. Mason could only hear that she was speaking German. After the lapse of a few moments Miss Hofmann turned back, still talking—or rather listening—to the child.
"He's very pretty," she said in French, as she stopped before Ferdinand.
Mason broke into a laugh. "To think," said he, "that that little youngster should forbid us the use of two languages! Do you speak French, my child?"
"No," said the boy, sturdily, "I speak German."
"Ah, there I can't follow you!"
The child stared a moment, and then replied, with pardonable irrelevancy, "I'll show you the way down to the water."
"There I can't follow you either. I hope you'll not go, Miss Hofmann," added the young man, observing a movement on Caroline's part.
"Is it hard?" she asked of the child.
"No, it's easy."
"Will I tear my dress?"
The child shook his head; and Caroline descended the bank under his guidance.
As some moments elapsed before she reappeared, Ferdinand ventured to the edge of the cliff, and look-
