"That will appeal to Furneaux.

Have him in to dinner every day, Jack.

He's a tonic!" Furneaux, for some reason known only to himself, did not accompany Doris to the post office.

Once they were across the bridge, and the broad village street, more green than roadway, was seen to be empty, he tapped her on the shoulder and said pleasantly: "Run away home now, little girl.

Sleep well, and don't worry.