"Mamma," said Hildegarde Grahame, flying into her mother's room, "I have news for you, thrilling news Guess what it is " Mrs. Grahame looked up from her sewing. "The house is on fire," she said, quietly, "or you have found a Royal Walnut Moth; or, possibly, Hugh has developed wings and flown away. None of these things would greatly surprise me; but in the first case I must take action, while in either of the others I can finish this seam."