"My! what a minute!" said Miss Bridget, tossing back her abundant hair, and slipping one firm, dimpled hand inside Janet's arm. "Well, come on, darling," she continued, giving that young lady an affectionate squeeze. "Let's make the most of our precious time. I'm dying to know you all--I think you look so sweet. Who's that love of a girl in gray, who sat next you at supper? She had golden hair, and blue eyes--not like mine, of course, but well enough for English eyes. What's her name, dear?"