"That," said Bellew, taking the small hand in his, "that is a question that we had better leave to the--er--future, nephew."

"But--why!"

"Well, you see, it doesn't rest with me--altogether, my Porges."

"Then who--" he was beginning, but Anthea's soft voice interrupted him.

"Georgy dear, didn't Prudence send you to tell us that breakfast was ready?"

"Oh yes! I was forgetting,--awfull' silly of me wasn't it! But you are going to stay--Oh a long, long time, aren't you, Uncle Porges?"

"I sincerely Hope so!" answered Bellew. Now as he spoke, his eyes,--by the merest chance in the world, of course,--happened to meet Anthea's, whereupon she turned, and slipped on her sunbonnet which was very natural, for the sun was growing hot already.

"I'm awful' glad!" sighed Small Porges, "an' Auntie's glad too,--aren't you Auntie?"

"Why--of course!" from the depths of the sunbonnet.

"'Cause now, you see, there'll be two of us to take care of you. Uncle Porges is so nice an' big, and--wide, isn't he, Auntie?"

"Y-e-s,--Oh Georgy!--what are you talking about?"

"Why I mean I'm rather small to take care of you all by myself alone, Auntie, though I do my best of course. But now that I've found myself a big, tall Uncle Porges,--under the hedge, you know,--we can take care of you together, can't we, Auntie Anthea?"

But Anthea only hurried on without speaking, whereupon Small Porges continued all unheeding:

"You 'member the other night, Auntie, when you were crying, you said you wished you had some one very big, and strong to take care of you--"

"Oh--Georgy!"

Bellew heartily wished that sunbonnets had never been thought of.

"But you did you know, Auntie, an' so that was why I went out an' found my Uncle Porges for you,--so that he--"

But here, Mistress Anthea, for all her pride and stateliness, catching her gown about her, fairly ran on down the path and never paused until she had reached the cool, dim parlour. Being there, she tossed aside her sunbonnet, and looked at herself in the long, old mirror, and,--though surely no mirror made by man, ever reflected a fairer vision of dark-eyed witchery and loveliness, nevertheless Anthea stamped her foot, and frowned at it.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, and then again, "Oh Georgy!" and covered her burning cheeks.

Meanwhile Big Porges, and Small Porges, walking along hand in hand shook their heads solemnly, wondering much upon the capriciousness of aunts, and the waywardness thereof.

"I wonder why she runned away, Uncle Porges?"

"Ah, I wonder!"

"'Specks she's a bit angry with me, you know, 'cause I told you she was crying."

"Hum!" said Bellew.

"An Auntie takes an awful lot of looking after!" sighed Small Porges.

"Yes," nodded Bellew, "I suppose so,--especially if she happens to be young, and--er--"

"An' what, Uncle Porges?"

"Beautiful, nephew."

"Oh! Do you think she's--really beautiful?" demanded Small Porges.

"I'm afraid I do," Bellew confessed.

"So does Mr. Ca.s.silis,--I heard him tell her so once--in the orchard."

"Hum!" said Bellew.

"Ah! but you ought to see her when she comes to tuck me up at night, with her hair all down, an' hanging all about her--like a shiny cloak, you know."

"Hum!" said Bellew.

"Please Uncle Porges," said Georgy, turning to look up at him, "what makes you hum so much this morning?"

"I was thinking, my Porges."

"'Bout my Auntie Anthea?"

"I do admit the soft impeachment, sir."

"Well, I'm thinking too."

"What is it, old chap?"

"I'm thinking we ought to begin to find that fortune for her after breakfast."

"Why, it isn't quite the right season for fortune hunting, yet--at least, not in Arcadia," answered Bellew, shaking his head.

"Oh!--but why not?"

"Well, the moon isn't right, for one thing."

"The moon!" echoed Small Porges.

"Oh yes,--we must wait for a--er--a Money Moon, you know,--surely you've heard of a Money Moon?"

"'Fraid not," sighed Small Porges regretfully, "but--I've heard of a Honey-moon--"

"They're often much the same!" nodded Bellew.

"But when will the Money Moon come, an'--how?"

"I can't exactly say, my Porges, but come it will one of these fine nights. And when it does we shall know that the fortune is close by, and waiting to be found. So, don't worry your small head about it,--just keep your eye on your uncle."