“My dear Christmas children, I am very anxious that for her own sake you should become well acquainted with Eleanor.  Her aunt was here yesterday, and we had a long talk regarding her.  Eleanor is an uncommon girl in many respects.  She has remarkable beauty and talent, but she is frightfully self-willed.  Her aunt has spoiled her, and realizes too late the damage she has done by having allowed her to grow up on the continent.  They have lived in France, Germany, Italy and Spain, with an occasional visit to America, and Eleanor has always done just as she pleased.  For years her aunt has obeyed her slightest whim, but as she grows older she grows more like her father, and her aunt wants her to have some steadying influence that will put a curb on her unconventional tendencies.

“When she wrote me of Eleanor, I wrote her about my girls, and offered her ‘Heartsease.’  She was delighted with the whole thing and lost no time in getting here.  So now you understand why I have told you all this.  I want you to promise me that you will do what you can for this motherless girl.”

“But we felt sure we should like her when we saw her the other day,” said Nora.  “She seemed so sweet and winning.”

“So she is.  She has her father’s winning personality, and a good deal of his selfishness, too,” replied Mrs. Gray.  “You won’t find her at all disagreeable.  But she is reckless, self-willed, defiant of public opinion and exceedingly impulsive.  I look to you girls to keep her out of mischief.”

“Well, we’ll try, but I never did pride myself on being a first-class reformer,” said Grace, laughing.

“Where is her father now?” asked Anne.  “Is it possible that he is the great Savelli who toured America two years ago?”

“He is the man,” said Mrs. Gray.  “He is a wonderful musician.  I heard him in New York City.  I shall never forget the way he played one of Liszt’s ‘Hungarian Rhapsodies.’  I must caution you, girls, never to mention Eleanor’s father to her.  She has been kept in absolute ignorance of him.  When she is twenty-one her aunt will tell her about him.  If she knew he was the great Savelli, she would rush off and join him to-morrow, she is so impulsive.  She has the music madness of both father and mother.  Her aunt tells me she is a remarkable performer on both violin and piano.”

“But why shouldn’t she go to her father if he is a great musician?” said Jessica.  “And why is she called Savell, if her name is Savelli?”

“Because, my dear, her father has never evinced the slightest desire to look up his own child.  Even if he had, he is too irresponsible and too temperamental to assume the care of a girl like Eleanor,” Mrs. Gray answered.  “No, Eleanor is better off with her aunt.  As to her name, her aunt hates everything Italian, so she dropped the ‘I’ and made the name Savell.”

“My,” said Nora with a sigh.  “She is almost as remarkable as a fairy princess, after all.”