"Oh, I don't think any of our girls would torment a helpless creature like that," says Miss Spenlow earnestly.

"It's always been a nervous little thing - but I must admit it has been acting most peculiar of late. The other day it almost sounded like it was singing."

In spite of his fit of the sulks, Mr. Fortinbras smiles at this. "How fanciful you are, Miss Spenlow!"