"I am very glad to be here to welcome you home." Peter, foolishly embarrassed, took the hand she offered with such gracious composure, and blushed all over his thin, tanned face.
"I--I should hardly have known you," he stammered.
"Really ?" said Sarah.
"Won't you," said Peter, still looking at her, "join us on the terrace ?" "The people aren't calling for _me_" said Sarah.
"But it might amuse you," said Peter, deferentially.
He put up his eyeglass--but though Sarah's red lip quivered, she did not laugh.
"It's rather jolly, really," he said.

"They've got banners, and flags, and processions, and things.

Won't you come ?" "Well--I will," said Sarah.

She accepted his help in descending the step with the air of a princess.

"But they'll be so disappointed to see me instead of your mother." "Disappointed to see _you_!" said Peter, stupefied.
She stepped forth, laughing, and Peter followed her closely.